Star

The other day I came home to find Gamble outside in the backyard playing on his playset.

I went out on the postage-stamp of a deck and called out to him. He answered me, and started telling me about his day, when a flock of geese flew overhead.

He stopped talking abruptly and looked up at them, almost worried, and as they cleared his airspace and moved on, he yelled out, "Look, Dad! It's a pooping star!"

Oh, if I'd heard that when I was dealing with the geese of Fermilab...