The Inquizition

Everyone expects questions from children. Their small, spongy brains absorb as much knowledge as possible as they grow and learn. We understand this to be true, but everyone has a breaking point and, a few weeks back, She found Hers. I have waited to unleash Her findings from that morning in order to let the pain subside, but the time has come: From 8:00AM to 12:00PM, a small 4 hour window, He was able to ask 76 distinctly different questions. That's 19 questions per hour which equates to roughly one question every 3-3.5 minutes. If answer time is figured in, along with time to process new thoughts, it is feasible to think that His question state of mind ran constantly for 4 hours. Quite a feat, seeing that I don't know if My mind spends even 4 hours a week in such an inquisitive state. Granted, there were probably lulls in the questioning, which would throw off this theory, but, regardless, this was truly amazing documentation on Her part. However, when the results were brought to my attention and I noticed a glazed look in Her eyes, coupled with a slow shake of the head, Her silent retreat to the bedroom was deserved and unquestioned . . . even by Him.