Emmie is FULL of questions...especially when we're in the car.
Em: Mommy, what is that?
Me: It's a stop sign, tree, car, mailbox, etc...the common denominator is that it's something she already knows the name of.
Em: But WHY is it a stop sign, tree, car, mailbox?
Me: uhhhhh...long awkward silence...because it is?
I'm pretty sure 9 times out of 10 my reply comes out sounding like a question.
Every now and then though I ask a question of my own.
WHY?
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