I'm glad my Chickie is so inquisitive.
Really, I am.
But she's at the age when she hasn't yet figured out that Mommy isn't omniscient. And so she asks question after question, many of which I just don't know the answers to.
Yesterday we were driving home from Costco, and I had on the local talk radio station, which she usually ignores. Except when she doesn't. The host was talking about a local story that, in hindsight, probably wasn't the best story for little ears to hear. Recently someone had a party at their apartment, and the poorly-built balcony collapsed with over 20 people on it. There weren't any life-threatening injuries, but a woman whose leg was broken has filed a lawsuit against the property owner (probably the first of many lawsuits.)
And the questions began. I won't even insert my answers in here; I want to finish writing this blog post before next week. I also won't include all the questions that Chickie asked; I don't have that much memory capacity in my brain. But here's a sampling....
"She broke her leg?"
"How did she break her leg?"
"Did she have to go to the hospital?"
"Do we have a porch?"
"Did she fall on someone?"
"Did everyone there break their foot?"
"Is this (pointing to her ankle) a bone?""
"Was she a girl or a boy?"
"Where did it happen?"
"Was it here?"
"Why was it kind of far away?"
Finally I said, "Chickie, I'm not going to answer any more questions about this."
"What about questions about other things?"
I paused for a moment, considering that, then responded, "I'm sorry, but I just need to not answer any questions for a couple of minutes."
"What's a couple of minutes?"
I'm glad my sweet Chickie is so inquisitive.
(Said through clenched teeth.) Really. I am.