"The real truth is that we are all space aliens. We’re on a strange planet, flying out through the galaxy…. There’s nothing human about any of us. We’re all pretty weird."

— Luke, age 7

Life on other planets
[Scene: bedtime for Beth, age 4]
Beth: "There's one more thing I want to pray about!"
Mom: "Go ahead."
Beth: [clasps hands, closes eyes] "Dear God, please tell me if there is life on other planets. Amen." [lies down]
Mom: "That's interesting. Okay. Time to go to sleep."
Beth: [sits up suddenly] "Wait! He just told me: there /is/ life on other planets!"
Me: "Oh? Did he say which planets?"
Beth: "No. We still have to figure that out."
"Space really does have aliens. But we’ll never meet them. They just fly and fly and fly. Sometimes they fly straight and sometimes they fly in circles. But they don’t know we’re here so they will never come to visit. They’re all green. Their whole bodies are green. Not purple, or white, or orange. Green. Except their eyes. Their eyes are blue… hmmm… I’m not sure. Hmm. That’s the only thing about space I don’t know yet: the color of aliens’ eyes."

— Beth, age 3

Aliens
Beth: (singing quietly)
Me: "What are you singing about?"
Beth: "Aliens and monsters."
Me: "Aliens?"
Beth: "Yes! Do you know what aliens look like?"
Me: "Little green men?"
Beth: "No, they look like birds."
Me: "Really? What color are the alien birds?"
Beth: "I can't tell you."
Me: "Why not?"
Beth: "I don't trust you."