Seriously, where do my kids get these questions? Are they bored? Are they testing me?
Just a few snippets from my afternoon driving between Bellevue and Brentwood to get haircuts.
(Passing Forest Hills Baptist Church with lots of kids carrying backpacks milling about outside):
Su: Mommy, is that a school?
Me: No, it’s not a school. It’s a church.
Su: Well, there are kids out there with backpacks.
Me: OK. Maybe it’s a preschool.
Su: No. Those kids look much older than that. So, what is it, Mom, what? What is it?
Me: I don’t know.~~~
Se: Mommy, remember when we went to the doctor and I peed in a cup?
Me: Yes, I do.
Se: That was neat.~~~What’s that building?
Do you like it?
What do they do in that building?
What’s that noise?
Where’s my flip-flop?
Can I have some juice?
Are we having pizza for dinner?~~~
(Going down Old Hickory Boulevard near Christ Presbyterian Church):
Su: Mom, if we lived out here, could I go to my school?
Su: Where would I go to school?
Me: Hmmm. Probably Percy Priest.
Su: Could the bus come pick me up for my school?
Me: No. You’d have to go to Percy Priest.
Su: What’s Percy Priest?
Me: It’s the school where kids who live out here go.~~~
(Passing lots of kids running around in a field at the corner of Edwin Warner Park):
Su: Mom, what are they doing?
Me: Looks like they are running.
Su: Why are they running?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe it’s a track meet.
Su: Are they my age?
Me: No. I think they are teenagers, but I really don’t know.~~~
(Turning onto Granny White Pike off of OHB):
Su: Mom, if we lived here, could I still go to my school?
Me: No. Ummm. I don’t even think we are in the county anymore. This is Williamson county now.
Su: What’s a county?
Me: I don’t know. I really don’t know.