There is a poster of the moon and all it's craters, on the wall over my computer. It was given to me as a retirement gift from another retired art teacher. She said it meant that I could go anywhere and do anything now that I was retired.
Last year when he was two, my banana loving grandson recognized it as the moon. Really surprised me, because it is an actual map of the moon from Rand McNally. But he knew that. Where he learned it I don't know. Yesterday as we were sitting at the computer, he again told me that the poster was a picture of the moon. So we discussed how he could see the moon at night and how bright and round it was. I told him that sometimes the moon looked different and wasn't round. As I was trying to think of a way to describe a crescent moon, he made it easy for me. He said, "Grandma, sometimes it looks like a banana."
