My oldest son asks a lot of questions. He’s four; that’s his job.
Normally, this isn’t an issue. I enjoy his inquisitive nature and encourage his curiosity. He is learning, and he’s excited about the world. He takes nothing for granted, which is a good thing. It can also be wildly entertaining, especially while reading bedtime stories. Who else would ask me if caterpillars have shoulders, or if the Tin Man will ask the Wizard for bones as well as a brain? Yes, it can sometimes be exhausting to be constantly engaged, but I have two very useful tools in my corner:
- “I’m not sure. What do you think?”