We went on a road trip for Memorial Day weekend. I dropped the two oldest kids off with friends, and Mr M and I went to visit my sisters. It turns out that Mr M is an inquisitive little bugger when he's got me all to himself. Here's a sample of the ten billion questions he asked while we were driving:
"Dad, why do we need atmosphere?"
"Dad, what year did we get water on earth? Was it like 1944?"
"Dad, what would it feel like to jump through a cloud?"
"Dad, what would happen if lightning struck lava? Would both of them just get hotter?"
"Dad, what would happen if I jumped out of a car while it was moving really fast?"
"Dad, is there food in space?"
"Dad, how can you make snow turn into an avalanche?"
"Dad, how hard would it be to blow up the moon? Could you do it with an atomic bomb?"
"Dad, what would happen if that whole mountain fell down when we were right next to it? Would the trees fall too?"
"Dad, what if the sun went out? Could we just eat frozen ham from a dead pig to survive?"
"Dad, what would happen if you killed everyone but yourself?"
"Dad, what would happen if you cut off somebody's legs?"
"Dad, is Hitler part of God?"
As you can see, as the drive went on, I began to believe more and more that it might be time to start worrying about the kid.
It's worth mentioning that there were a few moments of silence that came when Mr M decided that he wanted to be like a dog and have some wind blowing in his face: