The Moon

Apparently, Irene stories are my new M.O. The moon is her new obsession. By new, I mean that it started today in the car on the way home from prayer meeting. First, she saw an airplane, then we turned and she couldn't see it anymore. My sister, Betsie, was in the car as well, and pointed the moon out to Irene. From then on, Irene would say:
"Moon!"
"Whey it do?"
"MOON!!"
"Whey it do?"
"Moon!!!!"
"Whey moon do?"
and so on all the way home. Once we got home, Betsie took her to the front window to see if she could see the moon, and soon Irene said "Dey it is!!! Moon!!!" It became a game, where she would turn her back to the window, and say "Whey moon?" then turn back and say "Right dere!" Mark asked her if she would get the moon for him. So she reached toward the moon, then put her hand in his for a moment. He looked at his outstreched hand and said "Where's the moon? I don't see it." She looked at him like he was crazy, pointed to his hand and said "It's in here!!!"