it's a bird....it's a plane....no...it's a chip

Khloe came running into the kitchen yesterday about 5:00 P.M. soooo excited.....

K: Mommy, mommy come here. It's a chip

M: What? Where is a chip?

K: Outside, come on, come see (jumping up and down waving me in)

M: Khloe, there is not a chip outside

K: Yes, come on, come see the chip

So I make my way to the big picture window and this is what I see....



K: See, chip....up there

K: Can't reach it (as she tries grabbing for it)

Apparently the moon looks just like a Tostitos bite size chip.

Priceless.