Huge

We've just packed the car, and we're driving back to town to face the working week. It's after 9pm, the sun has just ebbed over the horizon, and the sunset colours are still playing with the landscape. Last glimpses of the farm make us feel mellow. Sabina is chirpy in the back seat, chatting more than a football comentator during a goal. I glance across our beloved hills. A white cloud besets the east horizon. A bright yellow moon rises from behind the cloud. "Look at the huge moon", I gape. Sabina turns to look. "The moon is HUGE", she cooes. Huge. New word. "Look at the huge moon", repeats Sabina. "Ribbit (frog), look at the moon, it's huge". Everytime she says it, huge is accented in every way to make it sound 'huge'. "Because it's huge, isn't it?", she continues. "Papa, the moon is huge, isn't it". "And look at the sky, it's huge". For the next half an hour all we hear, is various uses of 'huge'.

(When I first spot the moon, Papa turns to look as well. "It's a full moon", he says. "Yes, it's full, it needs to do a 'kupa'", says Sabina (kupa - think toilet, think number two). "In the toilet?" asks Papa. "No, in the pants!", replies Sabina.)