As I was putting the groceries into the car, Whirlwind was buckling herself up (Praise Jesus for Booster seats!) when she announced, “I want to go to space.”

“Cool.” I answered. ” Maybe when you are older you can.”

“I don’t have a space ship.”  She said.

Good point. Now this is the moment where I do some quick thinking.

Or over thinking.  I do that a lot. Lately, It feels like every moment is a teaching moment.  Should I tell her that she is probably never going to  own a space ship? Probably not.  So, I should encourage her… right?

“Well when you are big you can buy one?” I suggested.

She looked at me like I was from another planet. Possibly a planet she was going to visit one day. Then she started to raise her little voice. Seriously, I am sure the entire parking spot could hear her scream at me.

” NO. NO. NO. NO. THERE ARE NO SPACE SHIP STORES!”

Shocked at her defiance and not just by her desire to go to space  and own her own space ship, I quieted her down with the old stand by, “You can ask your Dad when we get home. Did you want a sucker?”

Then off we went.

And not in a space ship.