Putting my 3 year old boy to bed, he asks me, "Daddy, where does the Moon come from?" My head immediately fires off possible answers:

1. The Angels hung the Moon.
2. That's God's baseball after he made a home run.
3. That's the Earth's sister, watching over us all.

My answer:

"The Moon was actually a part of the Earth that was knocked off when a biiig rock from space came and hit the Earth."

Clever, I thought. Science is usually less interesting than alot of fairy tales, but the story of the Moon is quite spectacular. My boy, lying in bed sucking his thumb looks thoughtful, and a little worried. I then told him about how the dinosaurs are no longer around and how that's a good thing, because (while they're really cool to think about) some were kinda dangerous. I'm realizing that I'm rapidly painting myself into a very scary corner with scientific facts and that, rather than soothing him, I was starting to paint scary pictures in his head:

He was sucking his thumb furiously.

Waving my hand in the air and laughing, I quickly say, "Daddy was just kidding! The Angels hung the Moon and the Dinosaurs were like puppy dogs are today!"

All is right with the world.

Goodnight, little buddy!