Adam: The moon is cut.
Me: It's what?
Adam: The man, took a ladder, climbed up, and cut the moon.
Me: Oh, really?
Adam: Yes. He took daddy's big, big, big, (he always says three "big"s) ladder, my scissors, and cut the moon. See, mama?
Me: Oh, I see it, Bubba. What else did he do?
Adam: He make man's face. Out of cheese.
Me: Oh, yes, I think I've heard that story. Where did you hear that story?
Thank you, Dora the explorer, for making my son believe a man takes his daddy's ladder, his scissors, and cuts up the moon every night. sigh. :)