Space rock
"I draw you a space rock! It's a giant one!" Matthew prods us to look at his creation on the Magic Sketcher. He erases the tablet and draws another "space rock." And again. And again.
I asked Armand, why does he know what a space rock is? I don't know, he says.
"Matthew," I ask him, "where did you see a space rock?"
"In space!" he gleefully answers.
"Have you been to space?" I ask.
He gives me a look that is amused and almost condescending.
"Little Einsteins!" And off he dances away, singing, "We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship..."
I asked Armand, why does he know what a space rock is? I don't know, he says.
"Matthew," I ask him, "where did you see a space rock?"
"In space!" he gleefully answers.
"Have you been to space?" I ask.
He gives me a look that is amused and almost condescending.
"Little Einsteins!" And off he dances away, singing, "We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship..."