Get the moon for me

Last night we went to our adoption group.  There were ~20 adults and a multitude of children of all ages.  For the most part, Elias had fun and played nicely with other kids, and I was very encouraged by his interactions, and also the friendly people, shared stories, and wonderful reports of answered prayer.  I've been very worried about the difficulty Elias sometimes has interacting with children his own age and my own loneliness, so this was just the ticket on both counts.  At the end I got a little ego boost, too, as Elias was playing the showman, exuberantly showing off his mathematical prowness as he instructed some older kids in counting and number recognition (putting a "4" and "0" together, for example, to make 40), and showing off his addition skills to any parent who granted him any attention.

When we arrived home, he was marveling at how dark it'd gotten, and pointing out the bright moon.  He often points it out to me, and likes it when he can say it's a "crescent" or "circle" (full) moon.  It wasn't quite full, though.  He reached up towards it on tiptoe and said "I can't reach it.  Mommy, will you get the moon for me?"  Awww... Some things are too far away for mommy to reach, Elias.  And that's a good thing, because I'm prone to wanting to give him more than is best.  So the moon remains above for all of us to enjoy.