No More Questions

Hadley the Barbarian may be our resident bug eater, our naked wanderer, the kid who drags the barn cats in the house by their tails. But Cayden’s the one who’s giving me the ice cream headache with all the questions.

I could take the standard kid queries — Why is the sky blue? How do planes fly? I’d even take ‘where do babies come from?’

Instead Cayden hits me with: “What is evolution?”
Or, “What’s a republic?” And, “What makes after-shocks?” And, “What’s sarcasm?”

My standard answer: “Go ask your Dad”