[Scene: Mom is putting Toddler into his car seat in the van on a very grey, overcast winter day in the Pacific Northwest]
Toddler: The moon! I see the moon!
Mom: [looking] No, that's the sun.
T: The moon! The moon!
M: The sun!
T: No, the moon, mommy!
M: The moon then, if it pleases you.
T: [after a pause] The sun.
M: Then God be blessed, it is the blessed sun. But sun it is not if you say it is not, and the moon changes even as your mind!
T: I change mind.
