I just spent the last five days in McKinney, Texas visiting with my daughter, Misty's, family. Drew is 12 and still had school, Lily is 5, and Reid is 3. Lily is just beginning to ask a lot of questions and she and I spent a lot of time together, even sharing her bedroom, so she had the opportunity to ask me a lot of "stuff."First question was "Nana, where is Papa?"
Nana: "He had to work and couldn't come."
Lily: "Oh. That makes me sad. Let's call him." So we did. Next Lily moved on to a lot more questions.
Lily: "Nana. Do flies have Mommies?"
Nana: "Yes Lily they do."
Lily: "Which ones are the Mommies?"
Nana: "I don't know Lily. They all look alike to me."
Lily: "How do the baby flies know which ones are their Mommies?"
Nana: "They just do Lily." (cop out answer)
Lily: "Do those birds have babies?"
Nana: "I imagine they do."
Lily: "Where do their babies live?"
Nana: "In a nest up in a tree?"
Lily: "Why can't I see them?"
Nana" "Because the Mommy bird hides her nest so nothing gets the baby birds."
Lily: "If they want to hide why do they go chirp chirp tweet tweet?" (hmm good question)
I avoided that last question but Lily moved on.
Lily: "How many legs do spiders have?"
Nana: "Eight." (I'm feeling confident now)
Lily: "Nana, how does Hello Kitty eat her apples if she doesn't have a mouth?"
Nana: "Lily, Hello Kitty is just pretend so we will just pretend she eats her apples."
Lily: "Oh OK."
Lily's list of questions went on and on and I tried to answer her 5 yearold's questions as best I could. I know that some day Lily may not ask me childlike questions any more. It will make me sad when she grows up so I cherish the time I spent with her this past week.
