The Trouble With Ares

Walking in tonight from the grocery store, I stop and look up at the sky.

Sam: “What are you looking for? Oh, yeah . . . Mars!”

Me: “Nope, I don’t see it. Must be too cloudy . . . no, wait . . . there it is. See it? It’s a orange and glowing?”

Sam: “That’s a streetlight, Dad.”

Sometimes you gotta make your own fun.