When we got in the car, the conversation continued.
Hazel: The moon has a friend. It's a star.
Aspen: Is isn't a star, it's Venus. It's a planet.
Hazel: There are eight planets.
Aspen: No, there are nine.
Hazel: No, there are eight.
Azpen: No, there are nine. Pluto is a planet.
Hazel: No, the people said it isn't.
Is this just my kids? A three-year-old arguing the planetary status of Pluto . . .
Of course, when it was time for bed, Nate's first theorem of toys had once again proven itself true--like gas in a vacuume, toys always tend to distribute themselves in a one-inch layer on the entire floor.

