so many questions

I think it may be all my fault. And probably her father's fault as well. In my quest to teach Sarah many things and get her interested in a variety of different topics, I have created a monster. Some days she seems like just a little four-year-old, but other days there is a curious, precocious, exasperating, question-asking monster living in that little body. I can't believe the things she sometimes has rattling around in that little thinker of hers. She is constantly asking me questions--some to which I know the answer, some to which I have no earthly idea the answer, and some I just wonder how I will ever explain to a four-year-old. I must admit that I spend the better part of the day telling her, "I don't know, I Don't Know, I DON'T KNOW!" Sometimes we try to find out the answers together. Sometimes I tell her to ask her father. Sometimes I send her to watch a show to get her out of my hair. Here are just a few of the questions she asked me today:

• What's in a volcano?
• How does cheese go bad?
• Do cookies go bad?
• How does a chimney get dirty?
• Does our building have a chimney?
• What happens when birds go in water?
• Does ice float?
• Why do spiders and mosquitoes like to eat blood?
• Could our legs turn into ice?
• Do we put Bandaids on noses?

Um, that was just on the way home from school. When we got home, we watched a movie.