holy moly

my youngest daughter and i had been looking at the moon for the past few nights before she would go to sleep.  we would finish our evening routine and stand at her bedroom window and look at the moon.  one night the clouds covered the moon and i spoke with her about the moon isn’t always visible (“what’s visble dad?”).  two other nights, she proclaimed ‘the moon…it’s huge…holy moly it’s so big…holy moly.  tonight the moon rose later and it was not yet visible in the sky.  there were no clouds.  but her conclusion was that the moon was covered by the clouds.  the rudiments of solving problems.  the conclusions we craft.