Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Questions, Questions, Questions

When Caleb was first born, the first word we used to describe him was, well, of course it was "cute."  But the second word was "curious."



This was a child who was fully holding his head up at 5 days old, not because he had super-human neck strength, but because he had to see the world and figure it all out.

And in his eight and a half years on this earth, he has never disappointed.

Each night I get home and dive into the making dinner-coordinating homework-wrangling a toddler-managing the mess routine.  But along with that are the rapid-fire questions that Caleb seems to store up all day.

To get a sense of what it's really like, for an hour one night I wrote it all down.  I missed some, but here is a sampling of the questions he came up with:

Why are we going to the bank?

Why can't you just call the bank and tell them you have the money?

How much money was in your last paycheck?

Well if you won't tell me how much, will you tell me if it was more than $5?

How do tinted windows work?

Why don't surfboards just sink?


Why is Noah grounded again?


Do cruise ships float just because they are fun?

What is the rarest tree?

Who won the lottery?

Are the people who won the lottery getting takeout?

Or maybe takeout from a really nice restaurant?

What's "blue" in Spanish?

Why do our neighbors still have their Christmas lights on?

And my favorite...


Does this have cheese in it?



Welcome to life with our wonderfully curious Mr. C.


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