I see the moon and the moon sees me

I just love this photo montage. Not just because I love this sort of photo trickery. Not just because I love the moon. But because it reminded me of a story my friend Victoria told me about her nephew.

When he was just a tiny tot, he made up a little jingle and chanted it regularly.

I see the moon and the moon sees me.
I love the moon and the moon loves me.

From the mouths of babes. Words to live by.

[Note to my mom: If you click on the photo it makes it bigger so you can see it better.]