When Andy was about Amanda's age, he was very curious and asked a lot of questions. He still asks a lot of questions, but they are much better now. He would ask how things worked or why things did this or that, or sometimes he would ask these incredibly hard questions that seemed to have no right answer. My favorite was when he asked me, "What if you pooped out your penis and peed out your butt?". Usually I would try to give some answer, but with that one I was speechless. His answer? "Then you would stand up to poop and sit down to pee." Yeah, that would be the least of your worries. He also asked open ended questions like "Tell me everything you know about firemen" that could take me forever to answer or I would just tell him a few things and then not know the rest. From a very young age my son came to believe that I was an idiot.
All my kids when through a "Why" stage, but I don't remember any of them being particularly long or excruciating, just something that I knew all kids do and they would get over and they did. I think Sarah asks the least questions, she just kind of observes things and makes a statement about them. Whether right or wrong, she says it with conviction.
Amanda's new thing is to ask what your favorite is. She asks me "What's your favorite color" about a hundred times a day. Then it's what's your favorite thing to do, what's your favorite kind of house, what's your favorite thing to eat, etc. The other day we had this exchange:
Amanda: Mommy, what's your favorite kind of road.
Me: I like roads that let me drive fast.
Amanda: No, that's not an appropriate answer. I mean do you like beautiful roads, pretty roads, cute roads or sparkly roads? You know, that kind of road.
Man, that kid cracks me up. And now I am back to the point in life where I can't answer my kids' questions, but at least I know she is thinking out of the box. It won't take her too long to form an opinion of those of us outside of her box. Dumb asses.
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