Tonight we came home from dinner after dark, and as we always do in these cases, little EC and I walked out into the street in front of the house to look for the moon. The moon doesn’t rise right now until well after her bedtime, so it wasn’t in the sky. I told her the moon still wasn’t up, and she insisted that she’d go inside and see the moon.

All the way in the house, and through the taking off of shoes and dropping of bags, she was very intently trying to tell me something about her room and the moon, but in her excitement couldn’t really get it out. And I couldn’t understand much of it anyway, until she said, quite clearly:

“You go to sleep, dream, see moon!”

I asked her, “So when you sleep, you dream of the moon?” “Yeah!”

I wouldn’t have thought that the concept of dreaming, and seeing particular things in dreams, would be one that she’d understand and be able to express already. But…she said so!

So sweet dreams, little one. Say hi to the moon for me.