For example...
This morning Big E walked into my bedroom while I was drying my hair, "Mommy, are you awake?"
And then he looked out the window and proceeded to ask, "Is it light outside?"
This evening I was cooking dinner. "What are we having?" "Hamburgers." "What's inside the hamburger?" "Um... Hamburger."
This is just a small sampling of the silly questions that pepper my day. But since C is now to the point of asking questions like "why do old people die?" and "what's the inside of my eye look like?" and "Are there any ninjas that live near our house? Because if I see someone wearing all black I want to call them a ninja," I am sometimes thankful for the silly questions whose answers come easily. Yes, I'm awake. Yes, it's light outside. And The only thing inside this hamburger is, in fact, hamburger.
Let's save death, anatomy, and ninjas for another day.
