It is that time of life when there are more questions than answers.
Questions, questions, questions – all the time.

Why does a train have to go on a track?
Why cant I walk on the track?
Why is that fire truck red?
Why does that bird sit on the track?
why are some people bad?
why are good people bad?

Of late, i have taken to asking him the same q back on why he thinks so?

Cut scene to early this morning…big rush to get out the door in time for preschool.

Me to G: Why cant you put on your shoes when I ask you to?
G to me: Mama (said with the palms turned outward and a quizical expression) – because….
‘That’s just the way it is!!’

What goes around, comes around. And So it goes.