Having moved past the {sometimes
infuriating} why phase with Judah, we
are now wallowing in the middle of complicated
question time, an ever-changing, always surprising string of quite random
questions that have absolutely nothing to do with whatever we happen to be
doing at the time, but none-the-less, require an immediate and awesome answer.
I find myself faced with an
odd question that I’m utterly unprepared for, almost on a daily basis; and he’ll
watch me suspiciously – like he can see that I’ve never, ever, ever thought
about some of the things he’ll ask - and my crown of the last couple of years
(the all-knowing, all-seeing gig) slips noticeably.
I have, of course, sent
him to get answers from Daddy when completely stumped.
I’ve also managed to wiggle
my way out of very complicated or sensitive questions by offering marshmallows,
a cup of juice or a tickly-hug. But I know this can’t last forever, and that I’m
going to have to be grown up, and face up to his questions (no matter how
strange or intricate) with real answers. Oh dear.
Here are some recent gems:
“Mum, when you die and are dead forever, why do you
have to be put in the ground? Why can’t you just be at home with your Mum and
Dad?”
“If the world spins around, why don’t we fall over
and get dizzy?”
“What will
happen if I touch fire?”
“Why did the dinosaurs eat eachother? If I eat a
boy will I be as big as a dinosaur?”
“Where do the stars go when the sun is here in the
morning?”
“If I lived in your tummy when I was a baby, can
other things live in there too?”
Do you have an inquisitive
child? What’s the trickiest question they’ve ever asked of you?
Nat