As I wrote about here and here, earlier this year, we field a lot of random, often unanswerable questions around our house. This morning was no different, but I wrote them all down. These are all just from this morning.
Is Spiderman nice to babies?
Does the dentist go to the dentist?
Who eats cardboard? Barbarians?
What if I could cross stitch with my feet?
Are we famous?
When can I nurse in your lap?
Can I make my own friend in my tummy?
Who were you in when you were born?
Do I look like a bouncing tornado?
And lastly, the question that spawned an hour-long experiment:
How can I make myself into a girl?
and here: Probing Questions