The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.

She had learned that the rings were made of ice and rock and dust, and she explained the fact three times while trying to balance the paper planet on one finger.

“Did you have fun?” I asked.

She smiled.

“I was scared a little at first.

Then we got there and there was this room where the stars were everywhere.”

“You stayed?”

“Yeah.

Ms.