Tonight leaving school, Gillian said “It’s dark outside.  Is the moon out?”  I asked her if she could find the moon.  As we got in the car, she said “There it is!  I see it!  Mommy, you see it?”  I told her I couldn’t look for it while I was driving, and I asked her to describe it to me.  She said “It looks like a feather.”  I guess that makes sense.  Tonight it looked like a thin crescent. 

As we were driving to get John, she told me “The moon and the sun are my friends.  They like me.  They know I help fix your washin’ ‘chine!  They follow me.  Him is my friend!”  A few weeks ago, Daddy picked up Gillian from school and the two of them went to a local appliance store and bought a part for my broken washing machine.  In the car that night, Gillian told Daddy “The sun is following me.  The sun is my friend.  Him knows I gunna fix Mama’s washin’ ‘chine!”  Daddy and Gilly did fix my washing machine that night, and weeks later she remembers that she declared the sun and the moon her friend because it was following her in the car.