If you die...

My sweet sweet boy.
So full of questions, morning til night, day after day.
here is a sample from the last few weeks...

Mama, if there is a black line on the globe showing the equator
why isn't there a black line painted right on the earth?

Mama, when people drive cars in South America
why don't they fall out of their cars?

followed closely by a long conversation and then ...

Do you think Ms. P in the library has books about gravity?
Will the pictures to help me understand?
Gravity is tricky because it is invisible.

Mama, what do you think Auntie Carol does at home all the time?
Do you think she is lonely and misses us?

Followed closely by a long conversation and then ...

Mama, I think I'm done Kindergarten now.
Can I retire?

Mama, when I looked in the water at the cottage with my eyes open
I didn't see any chains.
Why do scientists say the lakes are full of chains?
Why don't they just say the lakes are full of hungry herbivores and carnivores?
And predators and prey?
That makes more sense.

And yesterday in the car?
A doozy.

Mama, if you die who will I ask the big questions?

(Just saying...playing in the barn is NOT good for mama's eyes.  or nose.  or breathing.  or apparently, her hair.)