As we pulled into the parking lot at church this morning I heard Bella chanting in the back seat: “God bless the moon and God bless me….” So I joined in and recited the whole rhyme and then asked if she saw the moon. “I don’t see the moon,” she replied. “The moon is at the market. The moon flew away.”
We saw the moon yesterday morning when we were at the farmer’s market. I suppose it is logical to conclude that it stayed there.