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Most people think of me as that guy who thinks farting is funny. I do. But, I also think about thinking man's stuff too you know. Lots of deep and meaningful stuff. Stuff with substance.

So this month rather than pass off some thoughts as my own I am going to share some deeps thoughts from a truly great thinker. My oldest son.

The Moon.

We've all seen it, heard about it, and for a select few of us - even been there. It is the closest celestial object in the heavens, and since the dawn of time it has held a special place in our imaginations. Wolves, dogs, coyotes and engineering students howl at it. Writers write about it. Singers sing about it. Once it was even thought to be made of cheese.

The other day my son (who is a genius like his mother) told me his theory about the moon. It was a beautiful evening, and my son looked up and there in the night sky was a quarter moon.

"Daddy, do you know how the moon get bigger?"

Thinking (told you I was a thinker) he was asking me, I launched into what I remembered about the various phases of the moon in relation to the position of the sun and the earth. I even got to use the words waxing and waning. Yes the very terms O.J.'s Dreamteam© thought the jury would be too stupid to know.

"No dad."

I stopped and looked at my boy. He stood looking up at the sky. Then he proceeded to tell me what really happens: "There's a guy up there with a chainsaw, and he cuts off little pieces until it's almost gone. Then he gets a big ladder, and then he paints a new one."

"What about the waxing and waning?" I protest.

"A very big ladder, Dad."

So there you have it. Next time you look up, if you look out of the corner of your eye you may just catch a glimpse of a very big ladder and at the very top will be a guy painting the moon.

Jevster
July 2002