

One night, Ben and his mom went outside to look at the stars. Mom said there was a comet in the sky, a big ball of ice and dust that flew very fast. Ben wanted to see the comet, but he could not find it.
"Where is it, Mom?" Ben asked.
"Look over there, Ben. Do you see that bright light with a long tail?" Mom pointed.
Ben looked where Mom pointed, but he only saw a plane. "That's not a comet, Mom. That's a plane. Planes have wings and make noise. Comets don't have wings or make noise."
Mom smiled. "You're right, Ben. That's a plane. But the comet is behind the plane. You have to wait until the plane moves away. Then you will see the comet."
Ben did not want to wait. He was bored and cold. He wanted to go back inside and play with his toys. He refused to look at the sky any longer. He tugged on Mom's hand. "Can we go now, Mom? I don't like comets. They are too hard to see. And they are not cool. Planes are cool."
Mom sighed. She wanted to share the wonder of the comet with Ben, but she knew he was too young to appreciate it. She hugged him and said, "Okay, Ben. We can go now. Maybe when you are older, you will like comets more. They are very cool, you know. They come from far away and sometimes they make wishes come true."
Ben did not believe Mom. He did not think comets could make wishes come true. He thought Mom was just saying that to make him happy. He did not care about comets. He only cared about planes. He hoped to see more planes in the sky. He liked planes. They were cool.
