We're driving home from baseball tonight, LATE, it's dark. I soon come to realize that the amount of times Chance has actually been outside when it's dark is very limited. Yes, I do need my evening time which is why my kids get put to bed before the roosters go home. But I am coming to realize he is almost 7 and the kid has seen stars only a handful of times. My wake up call went something like this as he describes the airplane coming in for a landing:
MOM!!! I see a shooting star! No, I see 3 shooting stars, no 4!!! And they are all shooting together. And they are blinking! See, there they go, shooting across the sky, really really low!!!
