The kids were watching Star Wars the other day, and discussing how unrealistic it is for the space ships to make noise in space, since sound doesn't travel in space.
This morning, LW was singing "I am I, Don Quixote" at the top of his lungs while I was cooking breakfast for guests. When I told him (again) that he needed to be quiet during breakfast, he looked at me and said earnestly, "But I'm in outer space, so you can't hear me."
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