Zoë picks my brain all the time. She can get pretty deep when she is going after something, just like a couple of weeks ago when she was poking around for the meaning of life while I was checking her thick mane for lice. And just like that day, I often can’t help but fail her miserably by providing her with nothing but more questions. But I always give it my best shot or at least suggest to Google a couple of key words!
The other day, after another marathon of ‘why is that?’ her big eyes suddenly began to beam at me and her face broke out in a wide smile (I love it when I see her like that) and she says: “Mama, I really like this when small questions lead to big ones. I love talking to you.”
You’ve done it, kiddo, you kill me.
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