We’re floating here below the sun, the moon, all of space, and it’s astounding; we still breathe, and we love.
True, true, true.
This sentence, however, reminds me that I may be raising the world’s next super villian, considering the other day he wanted to know how many fire extinguishers it would take to put out the sun.
They’d have to be very big fire extinguishers, I told him.
Yes, I know, he said. But how many of them?
One, if it’s big enough, of course. Or if the villain had really huge feet! Huge hairy giant feet!