Proud Papa

On my desk when I got back from work this afternoon, an orange piece of construction paper with a pencil-crayon drawing of the sun (with sunspots, I kid you not), and a little sheet of white writing paper stuck to it. On the writing paper, in my daughter's four-year old printing hand (yes, she's already printing), the following sentence: "The sun is made of two gasses."

So that's why she wanted that spectroscope for her birthday.