In a twenty minute car journey I got this:
Why is the sky so grey?
Why do we plant flowers?
What are trees?
Why do we have a head?
What’s a brain?
Why do we have two eyes?
Why do we have a nose?
What is a neck for?
What is thunder?
What is that noise?
What’s an indicator?
Why do you use it?
Why do you have a beep on your car?
Was that person stupid?
Why do I have a willy & you have lady bits?
Why don’t I have boobies?
Why do you have a back drawing?
Why don’t I like diet coke?
Who doesn’t like Fruit shoots?
Why do we go to Grandma & Grandad’s on a Friday?
When are we going on holiday?
Where is Fuerteventura?
Why am I asking too many questions?
Am I a clever boy?
Oh to be almost 4 again! As exhausting as it is for me answering his questions, it must be so much more exhausting thinking of them and processing that information!
Oh so familiar…