Questions

Did I say we were averaging 5 questions per minute? It's the denial, I promise. It's more like 20:1, or sometimes more than that. And there's something about the confined space of the car that really turns up the frequency.

Not even counting just the incessant, stacatto "why?"s.

This morning, at breakfast, it was all about Spanish:
Mom, what's 'nose' in Spanish?
Me: "Um, I don't know. I'll look it up." Typing into MyFriendGoogle: "English to Spanish translation" then realizing, I don't know how to pronounce Spanish either.
What's finger?
Me: "Deedoe. No, day-doe." If the child would ask me French, it would all be easier. But I'm learning, too, though he'll retain 90% more than I will.
Day-doe. What's 'foot?'
Me thinking: We really need to find a Spanish program. This is good.
What's 'hand?'
Me: Oooo, I know this one. Thanks, Sesame Street. "Mano, Zach."

Sometimes, especially by about 5pm, it's hard to remember that all this inquiry is a blessing. He's a bright little Poppet, who's just trying to soak in the world.