"Mom," says our little guy when I pick him up from school. "Today I thought that Jupiter is like a Hot Pocket."
I am processing this.
"You see," he continues. "The white clouds are like mozarella, the Great Red Spot is the meatball, and Jupiter's orange and red color is the sauce."
He's very proud of himself. It's a major scientific observation.
|pilot (or astronaut?) in the making|