“But…” she looked at him, confused.
“I said space alien.”
“Okay…so you think the shooting stars are UFOs?”
“Yup!” he said with a triumphant smile.
“But the place is called Shooting Star Beach.”
He nodded. “Look, there goes another one!”
“Shooting star?”
“Space alien.”
“So let me get this straight. You think the lights that look like shooting stars are – “
“Spaceships flying. Isn’t it obvious?”
“It’s not obvious. It’s dubious at best.”
He slouched a little as her mother walked up.
“He’s only eight,” she whispered into her daughter’s ear.
A Flash of Inspiration 