I really thought the question and answer phase of my life peaked when Zach was three. But again, I was horribly, horribly wrong.
How did Sam Houston die?
Why did my great grandmother for?
Does the president swim?
What does his suit look like?
How long does an ant live?
Baby fire ants are so little, they can barely start fires, right?
How big can waves get?
But you told me you took science in school, why don’t you know?
Do snakes go to the vet?
What eats a snake?
Does it eat its head?
Is there blood?
Why are you asking your phone if snakes have blood?
Why do you want to have quiet time?
James, I am talking!!!!
This is my life on a daily basis. And now that he is “officially” in Pre-K I can only imagine the questions are going to intensify.