As the sun sets on the pond, my small boy swings his net so hard he stumbles into the water. “Mama!” he hollers. “Did you know fireflies are over 100 million years old?”
“Really?” I look up.
“Mama, when will I be 100 million years old?”
Like a song that I know by heart, I mindlessly launch into “That’s a good question. But I don’t…”