Our little boy, Atticus, spots a bright moon at dusk. He’s holding a toy modeled after one that was around when I was a kid, the Dan Dare Planet Gun. Pull the trigger and it launches a spring-powered propeller disk.
I’ve wound it to the max. From our front steps he aims at the moon and fires. The disk whirs an impressive 20 feet into the air and lands a short distance away. I’m thrilled and assume he is too.
“Why didn’t it land on the moon?” Atticus asks, not impressed at all.
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