Hello, Mr Moon Mendelson.

Mine and David's moon ramble all started with this:
Harriett says:
i want to look at the moon
Harriett says:
but i cant see through blinds
Harriett says:
whats it like?
Harriett says:
is it out
Harriett says:
is it half
Harriett says:
is it round like a wheel of cheese?
Harriett says:
is it a horror movie moon with clouds on it
Harriett says:
is it smiling
Harriett says:
is it frowning
Harriett says:
is it looking away
Harriett says:
im going to look

neither me or david could see the moon
so david said:
dam him ... if we just look over here like this pretending to be interested in this wonderful looking tree my oh my what a lovely tree then spin about and yell ha we can catch the moon out


Harriett says:
the moon will peep out and we will spin and be like gotcha!
the moon sounds lovely in our little stories
he is made of cheese yknow
and silly men go and put flags in his cheeks and make him sad

david says:
in the future when we go allll over space we wont love the moon anymore and he will be so full of countries flags going hello mr moon he will be all prickly and the planets would stick pineapples on him and make him serve food at all the planarties