For a few minutes- maybe five, ten, I don't know- I wrote down the questions Kathryn asked. There were spaces between some of them, and some conversation of course. There were also times I couldn't keep up, but here is a small sample to give you an idea of how relentless she is in her search for answers and information.
"Why don't cities have other cities in them? What if corn starch wasn't disposable? When I was better at gymnastics than last time, but not good the whole time, why did I get half of the lime bar? Why do you sign me in at Imagination Station just like at preschool? Did that pencil get sharpened? Who sharpened it? Is that coffee? Why is there coffee in our coffee maker? Why did you not get coffee at the coffee shop? What's a steamer? Why did you get a steamer? Why did you not want to have too much caffeine? What does jittery mean? Why could you be shaky? Why did you grab a plate? What did I have for breakfast? What kind? Why did I have yogurt and (can't read what I wrote or remember what she had)? When steam is hot, why is it hot? Why is there a different kind that clears up your nose? Why? Why did you put some water on Niamh's tray? What do you mean eat in peace? At Potato Days, why did they have Mr. Potato Head toys for the kids? Why wouldn't you want the ink under your skin to get into Niamh's breastmilk?"
This is completely unrelated, but does anyone have a coupon for Tylenol you'd send my way?
1 comment:
"What do you mean eat in peace?"
Hahahahahaha!!!!
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