Learning from our arguments

You may recall, from a month ago, Isaac's insistence that the sun is, in fact, the moon. It would seem now that stars are also "the moon." For the past week, as we leaf through Goodnight Moon, he continually points at the stars in the windows and says "That's the moon!" To which I say, "No, Buddy, that's not the moon. Those are stars." Over and over we do this routine, but it never seems to sink in. It's almost like he enjoys his "lines" too much to say what I tell him he should.

Tonight he and Dada were snuggling up, watching some of The Incredibles before bed. It gets to a scene where it's night on the island, and there are lots of stars in the animated sky, but no moon. From the other room, I hear Isaac say, completely without prompting, a gigantic sentence of his very own:

"That's not the moon, that's the stars."