Out of the blue, Ruthie-5 interjects, "I have something to say!" (she had obviously been trying to say something for quite some time, but nobody had been paying attention to her).
"Yes, Ruthie, what do you have to say?" we asked her.
"Um. I saw, like, a thousand million shooting stars when we were at camp."
A stunned silence followed. Camp was, like, a month ago. Where on earth did that come from?
A little snickering was nipped in the bud by a DON'T SAY ANYTHING OR ELSE look from me. Then they got it: the kids took cues from each other: "Wow, Ruthie, that is so awesome! I love shooting stars!" Then we had a little conversation about stars.
Africa. Poverty. Illness. Stars.
Yep, I love the element of "random" around here. It's is one of the Great Mysteries of family life. It helps us keep things light, and, even with a carload of kids at midnight, it has a sneaky way of putting things in perspective.
He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name.