Last night, Anton and I went for a walk around the block. Suddenly, he turned to me and asked…
“Does that universe end? Like, is there a wall?”
Um, big questions, Anton!
We passed a man walking his dog, and a yellow taxi drove by, and I told him about the universe expanding, and the work of astronomers and astronauts. Then we went home to have a piece of Halloween candy. How magical are kids’ questions? They just drop them into regular chit chat. Apparently, children ask an average of 73 questions a day, which sounds about right!
Here are a few more that Anton has busted out lately:
Is infinity a number?
Is the moon really always following you?
How do you make water?
Do you bury bodies or just skeletons? Can I dig one up? Why not?
Will you get a cramp if you eat and then swim? What about if you swim and then eat? What if you eat, then drink, then swim, then sleep, then jog?
Can you believe that living things MAKE living things? Like, BIRTH living things?
Where are you before you are born?
Do you need to pay the bank to get some money?
Why can’t I see my eyes?!
My friend Leigh once told me her theory of “the fourth question.” She said that when her kids ask questions — like “where do babies come from?” or “how do people think of dreams?” — and then they ask a follow-up, and then another follow-up, by the time you get to the fourth question, you’re explaining the meaning of life. Every damn time.
What have the kids in your life been interested in recently? It’s a big crazy world out there! I’d love to hear…
(Photo of Anton in Cornwall.)