So. Many. Questions.

This morning, my youngest asked roughly 137 questions from the time he woke up to the time he left for the bus stop 42 minutes later. “Dad? What would happen if I ate this whole box of cereal. Like, right now. What would happen?” “Do you know how to roll your tongue?” “Do people or machines pick strawberries?” “Who do you think will win the March Madness thing?” “Did you and Mom meet in the day or at night?” “My friend says that people blink more than a million times a day. Is that true?”

I get really tired of the questions. Especially before coffee. But how wonderful, right? Curiosity and wonder and that longing for knowledge. I have five kids. They all ask questions. But fewer and fewer as they grow up. I remember exactly where we were when my (now 19 year old) daughter asked, finger to chin: “Daddy? Why do dogs don’t have lips?” 

That was about 15 years ago, and it was probably the thousandth question of that particular day. And you know what? I had no idea. I still have no idea why do dogs don’t have lips. I wish I did. Anyway, now that little pig-tailed bundle of curiosity is in college she has textbooks and teachers. And Google. 

For the record, humans blink about 28,800 times a day, and I met my wife at night. Best day of my life. 

Have a wonder-filled day, everybody. They are precious. And they are fleeting.