Me (driving in the car): Look at the moon guys–it’s big and orange tonight.

Kids: Oooooh!

Me: Oops, it’s so low that it’s hiding behind the trees, maybe when we go around the corner, we’ll see it again. 

Three year old: I can’t see the moon.  

Me: Just wait a minute, hon.

Three year old: Mom! I CAN’T SEE THE MOON.

Me: Yes I know, but it’s coming back.

Three year old: Mom!  I CAN’T SEE THE MOON!  I CAN’T SEE THE MOON!

Me: I CAN’T MAKE IT POP OUT OF THE FREAKIN TREES, YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT.

Ah. The harmony of daily life.