The Kidling is fascinated by the back story. Every back story. She wants to know how a thing happened, and then how the thing that made it happen happened. And then how the thing that made the thing that made it happen happened happened.
It can be exhausting.
It can also be positively adorable. Such is the case when she let’s her little munchkin brain go wild and start to transfer what we’ve talked about to other situations.
Like birds. And Great Danes.
We were driving home from daycare one afternoon when out of the blue, Alice declared, “Oh yeah. Great Danes don’t have eggs. They just lay their babies. They don’t get hatched.”
I will never be able to keep up with that child.