moon pajamas

At the supper table Ari looks out the window from his seat and excitedly points out the moon peeking out from the clouds.
"Did you bring the moon, Papa?" he asks.
"No. The moon comes out when she is ready," says Papa. Ari thinks about this for a minute.
"And she comes to play with us. She puts on her PJ's and comes out to play with us!"
"Oh!" we say. "Wow!"
"Ya look," he points. "Look, can you see her PJ's? They are very shiny. "
"Yes," we say. "They are."
And they were. Those moon pajamas were beautiful and wonder-ful and shiny. Just like my sweet moon-loving boy.