I've Got the Sun in the Morning and the Moon at Night

Dear Oma and Tante,

Last night big Sister was playing with her stuffed crescent moon. It's a big yellow jobby. She wrapped it around her neck, threw it in the air, jumped around with it, danced with it, and generally acted like she was Monica in Papa, Please Get the Moon For Me. Mama said she couldn't wrap the moon around the baby's neck, but otherwise Sister went crazy.

When Sister settled down, she asked, "Mama, why are all the suns boys?" Mama looked at her kind of funny and said suns and moons could be boys or girls, but really suns and moons weren't boys or girls. This was a complicated answer, so I could tell Mama was a little confused by the question.

Sister asked again, "No. Why are all the suns boys?"


Have you figured it out yet? Cause Mama was a little slow on the uptake.

Finally Mama said "OH!"


Then she explained that SONS were boys, but SUNS were not and taught Sister how to spell SON and SUN.

Sister liked all the learning, but I think it is a crazy language you people have got here.

Love,
I'm-One-Year-Old-Today! Linnea

P.S. Big Sister did a good job of playing exterminator and deading all the wasps, because we're allowed to play in the backyard again! Mama says the man with the truck might have had something to do with it, but Sister is taking all the credit.