Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Questionnaire

If you were to walk into our house right now here are some things you need to be prepared to answer…

What year were you born?

How old are you now?

How old were you in 1985?

If Pampa was 17 in 1912 would he be dead now? (one of my favorites)

Who plays Indiana Jones

How old is Harrison Ford?

What year did you get married?

How old would I be if I was born in 1997?

Do you like Garfield?

Is Jim Davis still alive?

What is the copyright on the book you are reading?

What year did The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull come out?

Who wrote the book you are reading?

What year were they born?

Are they still alive?

What color eyes does Harrison Ford have? (that one was a little weird, not sure why he wanted to know)

Where there still Nazis alive in 1941?

What year was the Korean War?

How old was Grandma in 1959?

What was the Vietnam War?

These are actual questions I was asked in one evening. I don't remember him going through the inquisitive phase as a toddler so he is more than making up for it now. For the last two weeks he has not stopped asking questions. It gets to pretty hilarious after awhile….and my head starts spinning. He also thinks that my iPhone holds all the answers because I have looked some stuff up on there before. If I don't know the answer he asks where my phone is and then hangs over me the entire time I'm looking it up. Since we have no signal in our house that takes some time. While Jay was at convention I finally had to tell Cade to take a couple of steps away from me while the phone was working and I'd tell him as soon as it popped up. It makes me feel like a terrible parent but sometimes you just need some breathing room. It was intense being the only person to field his questions for three days. That's when I came up with his latest nickname…The Questionnaire. His brain never stops working. Never. Ever. I fully expect to see smoke shooting out of his ears before he is 12.


Anonymous said...

That's funny! I think I would rather have an inquisitive toddler... at least I can answer most of Avery's questions- ha! Like the new look ;)

Anonymous said...

Funny stuff terry

Anonymous said...

Crystal I totally identify with the need for breathing room. Abby always sits so close to me she is almost on my lap, I feel bad too for saying scootch over sister before I knock youin the head! Maybe it's my anxiety issue, but whatever the reason GET OUT OF MY SPACE! LOVE YA lAURA