The rest of her evening was a swirl of bliss and rebellion, as she demonstrated some of her martial arts defense strategies to him, teased her grandmother, refused to do any of the things I told her to do and exuded so much happiness that it was hard to find the motivation to make her eat her dinner, stop shouting, lay off her nana etc.
I had almost given up on the idea of insisting that she do her homework, which was to make another entry in the "moon journal" that all the kids in her class have been keeping. Seeing the extraordinarily bright disc in the sky on our walk home, however, inspired her enough that she immediately switched gears from her I-want-to-push-buttons mode to her I-want-to-push-my-pencil mode. Fifteen minutes later, her entry was finished:
