Who? What? When? Where? Why? Oh yeah, and How?
They’re asked while I’m talking on the phone. They’re asked if I sigh or think out loud to myself. They’re asked, of course, if I say no to a prior question that’s usually about going somewhere or doing something. They’re asked while I’m driving. They’re asked while I’m taking a potty break. They’re even asked while I sit in silence.
All day long. Questions. Questions. Questions. Sometimes, I don’t even have the answers to them. Other times, I think I have the answer but then Andrew very sweetly smiles and shakes his head and then tells her the correct reason two positive ends of a magnet don’t stick together (or whatever).
I read somewhere that an average 4-year-old asks about 440 questions a day. I just don’t have that many answers.










Say what?