Dwaine the bathtub

Rachel and Miriam went out to see Wicked with some friends the other night (Tuesday) and it was dark when they came out of the theater and the moon was big and round and beautiful. We'd been admiring the full moon on Saturday. And still on Sunday. It was still quite impressive on Monday. It really wasn't quite as full on Tuesday, but it was still awe inspiring, at least enough for Rachel to comment on it.

"Wow," Rachel said. "Look at that full moon."

"Oh, I think it's waning," Miriam corrected her.

"No, it's not," Rachel said.

"Yes, it is," Miriam said. 

"No, it's not," Rachel said. 

"Yes, it is!" Miriam insisted.

"Are you crazy?!" Rachel asked, holding her hands out, palms up to the sky to prove her point. "It is not raining!"

"No," Miriam agreed, "But the moon is waning. Like...the actual phase of the moon is waning gibbous today, so it's not technically full anymore, it just...is still really big..."

"Oh," Rachel said sheepishly. "I thought you were just...talking like a baby for some reason."

I wasn't even there, but the telling of the story was so perfectly hilarious and we've since all had a marvelous time falling into a baby voice to tease...well, Rachel really...but it's Miriam who gets embarrassed it for some reason.