As a father, it's in my nature to enjoy the idea that my toddler children think I have supreme knowledge of the secrets of the universe. Most of the time, I have no idea what the answers are to the questions they pose, but somehow I manage to tell them something that satisfies their curiosity. At the moment, my three year-old son has paralyzed me with his latest inquiry, "How do starfish poop?".

country night
clinging to a rock
in a sea of stars