Broken Moon

Oh a Skype conversation with my mom:

"MomMom, I see the moon."

"What does it look like, Finwe?"

"It's only part of the moon."

"Oh."

"MomMom, maybe someone can climb up the tree into the dark and fix the moon."

I'm too tempted by the thoughts in his head. I have to ask, "What's wrong with the moon?"

Finwe looks at me as he points at the crescent moon through the window. "It's broken. Someone needs to put it back together."