While we were reading it last night, Will saw the crescent moon in the painting of the cow jumping over the room and said, "Wait! Stop! What's that broken moom?" (He calls the moon the moom).
And then he saw the full moon and said, "Oh! I have a good idea! That's the fixed moom!"
It's painful for me to even consider that someday these adorable toddler conversations won't be part of my every-day-all-day life. I adore toddlerhood. I adore Will as a toddler. Why, WHY do they have to grow up?!