Under a Brazillian Moon
I’ve been reading The Hobbit to the girls every night. It’s holding their attention but I stop every now and then to make sure they are getting some of the vocabulary. Last night, we read a passage that said the moon was “waxing.”
Me: Anya, do you know what it means when someone says the moon is “waxing?”
Anya: I think so.
Me: What do you think it means?
Anya: Well, the moon doesn’t have any hair.