The moon shone bright and huge just above the rooftops of the Mission.

A woman walking down Mission Street ahead of me was carrying her little kid. The kid pointed at the moon and said, "El sol! El sol!"

She said, "No, la luna. Isn't it beautiful?"

I liked that she said something to her child that began with the word "no" in a tone that was suffused with affection and delight. She knew the child needed the vocabulary tip, and she also got the point, which was "Wow!"