I thought I’d better blog this before I forgot it…last night, Emma–who has a history of inventing strange, multi-syllabic names for her imaginary friends–came bursting into our bedroom after we thought she’d fallen asleep:

"Balloonia!, Balloonia! She’s all lighted up so I can still see out my window when it’s dark!"

I can’t think of a more perfect name for the moon. Maybe Emma will write children’s tales some day.