Tanya grabbed onto the banister in the foyer and pretended that she was riding a horse on the carousel at Wheaton Regional Park.
“Tanya’s on the merry-go-round.”
A light bulb went off in her head as she equated the circular motion of the carousel’s horses with the elliptical orbits of the planets.
“Tanya’s a planet. Planets go around the sun.”
I then asked her, “What planet are you?”
She answered without hesitation: “Uranus.” And, after a few seconds, “Neptune.”