My son was playing in the backyard as I was reading a book.
He is four years old now and full of curiosity.
I notice he has stopped chasing his ball and is staring skyward.
This can’t be good.
“Mommy!” He calls. “Why’s the sky blue?”
“Oh God help me”, I mumbled under my breath.
He didn’t go through this when he was in his terrible two’s like my other children did and I thought I had escaped it.
“The sky is blue because molecules in the air scatter blue light from the sun more than they scatter red light sweetheart.” I yell to him.
He turns around and stares at me with a blank look on his face.
“Huh?”
“I said it’s because of molecules!”
“What?” He has dropped his ball and is walking towards me now.
"Darn, I thought that might work."
“Oh! Why is the sky blue?” I say as if this is the first time I have heard his question.
“Well, you see when the world was painted; there was only so much of each color.”
“Since God and the Angels did the painting from Heaven, they painting the earth first and used the darkest colors on the ground.”
“Green and brown for the grass and trees and the vibrant colors for the flowers and sunsets.”
“When it came time to paint the sky, they only had blue for the sky and white for the clouds.”
“Oh” He said, and went back to play.