We have jumped up on the "Why" season with my daughter. I like the why season. It makes me curious again. And when the questions are like the title of the post, I just smile.
Is fog really clouds that fell down? Can cicadas bite? How do they make Golden Grahams? The answers aren't nearly as satisfying as the questions. I wish she would answer some of my questions.
Why do you like your brother's shoes better than yours even when they make you fall? Why have you become so cuddly at last (not that I am complaining)? Why do you cry so much? What is the magic about bandaids? Why do you like foods today and hate them tomorrow? How do you get your hair to do that? Why doesn't "Thriller" scare you?
She'd probably answer mine with the same choral response I give her sometimes when I've run out of answers and almost out of patience.
Mystery. Mystery. Life is a riddle and a mystery.
1 comment:
Oh, you just captured the magic of that wondering.
And really, just what is the magic of bandaids??
Thanks so much for sharing.
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