Two nights ago I went outside early in the morning with dad to watch the Quadrantid meteor shower … or at least, he did. It was clear and cold outside, and the moon had already set, so it was the perfect viewing conditions for star-gazing. But as I said, he was the one looking up for falling stars. I was looking up to see if he had brought me any treats.
In the time that we were outside dad saw about a dozen of his so-called falling stars. I didn’t see any stars. Nope. Not all. At least, I didn’t until dad took his camera and took a flash picture of me. FLASH! Believe me, I was certainly seeing stars after that!!!
But he was a good dad and did bring me out a treat. So I gladly took it, forgot about the stars, and went off to lie down and chomp on it.
And the next time that dad wants to go outside at night to look at the stars, I’m wearing my dark glasses!