A couple of months ago, while my lungs were killing me as I rode the exercise bike, my 4-year-old nephew gazed up at the night sky and started asking my questions about the galaxy.
What is the galaxy?
What is in the galaxy?
Are we in the galaxy?
How about our car?
I tried to defer the “A” part of the Q&A, panting like a dog, saying that I had to finish exercising.
The kid’s reply? “Stop exercising. Let’s talk about the galaxy instead.” [Read more…]