Maybe I tell my children too much.

For the past week Pookie and I have had (on a daily basis) a conversation that goes like this:

Pookie *while spinning one arm around rapidly: Mommy! Look what I’m doing!

Me (trying to inject a little enthusiasm even though I know where this is going): Yep, you’re spinning really fast like a windmill.

Pookie: Is Neptune really, really, windy?

Me: Yep, I think so.

Pookie: But why is Pluto a dwarf planet now?

Me: Because the people in charge decided so.

Pookie: Who are the people in charge?

Me: The people that decide on planets and space stuff. They’re in charge.

Pookie: Oh.

And he returns to spinning or becomes a shooting star at that point running fast from one end of the living room to the front door and back again.