Take That, Galileo

This must be how myths are born.

During our first diaper change of the morning, Calla looked out the window. "The moon is gone!"

Yes, the moon goes away in the morning.

"The moon was scared. Scared of the clouds. The clouds make a loud noise and scared the moon."

Really. And what sound do clouds make?

She grimaces. High-pitched squeal: "EEEEEEEEE!"

There you have it. A new view of the universe. And a new way to wake the neighbors, noisy clouds.