Last Sunday my family went on a walk around the neighborhood with some of the dogs.  Although the 100-degree days of this week beg to differ, Arizona is finally cooling, leaving {at least last week} in a gorgeous atmosphere.  Taking a walk is one of those things that knit us closer together, as we talk, take turns walking the dogs, teach the little kids how to skip, and even sing.
  After the sun had slipped down, Sophie pointed up to the sky, which held a large, glowing moon.
  "Is that a full moon?"
  "No...," Rachel and I said in unison, having learned about how long it takes for the moon to actually be full in sixth grade.
   Mom shushed us.  "Yeah, Sophie!" she lied, just trying to please her and make her feel smart.
  But instead Sophie gasped, her eyes widened.  "No!  Now will I turn into a wooff?!"