My son is the most inquisitive child I’ve ever met. Even when he was a baby, he was trying to take toys apart to figure out how they work. He wants to know everything about everything. And when he has a question, it’s a burning question. He’s gotta know the answer right away.
When he was two, he’d pitch humongous tantrums and scream and yell when I didn’t know the answers to his questions. Nothing like making your kid furious because you aren’t sure what’s inside that huge truck you just drove by.
“Uh…socks! It’s a sock truck! It holds boxes and boxes of socks! Now please stop screaming at me!”
He also had no problem telling me when I was wrong when he didn’t get the answer he wanted.
“No mama. The sky isn’t blue. It’s yellow.”
Ok buddy. Whatever you say!
And forget arguing with him. We once had a 15 minute argument about the words to the Christian song “Down in My Heart.” Graham was adamant that it goes: “I’ve got the love of Cheez-Its down my heart!” I mean, I do love Cheez-Its, but I’m pretty sure that’s not what the song is talking about. But Graham won that argument!
He loves asking me questions early in the morning too. Before my brain has had a chance to wake up and before my coffee has kicked in. Here are 5 questions my 4-year-old has asked before 7am:
1. What direction is Saturn? South West?
2. If God created all the animals on the 6th day, does that mean that the owls were asleep when he made them?
3. Can you mirage me into a bear?
4. Did you know the rain on the lizard alien monster planet is actually fluid? Brain fluid!
5. But why can’t I grow a baby in my belly?
Sometimes, I try to answer his questions the best I can. But sometimes, I say, “I’m not sure buddy. Let’s wait and ask Dada when he gets home!”
Love this! Skylar asks at least once a week… “Mommy where does the ice cream truck live?”
Lol! That’s so cute!