"Daddy, how does the moon stay up there in the sky," asked my three-year-old son Greg last night during our tucking in ceremonies. Because I took too long to come up with an answer, he followed that query with another. "Does it have sticky stuff on it?" Before I could answer that one, five-year-old Jonathan asked me, "Daddy, do you miss being a kid?" I told Jonathan that in some ways I still am a kid. Greg was having none of that. "Dad, you're just a grown up."
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