Jack has an ability to ask really difficult questions in the car when we’re out and about. For the life of me I can’t figure out how to answer them. Even if I do answer them, another “Why?” is sure to follow.
He is starting to recognize places and knows where we are going for the most part. That knowledge apparently inspires his quest to know more…
Jack: This is the way to Rita’s, Mommy. Why is this the way to Rita’s?
Me: This is the shortest way to get there and it’s the way the road goes Jack.
I can’t answer that. Maybe I could delve into something about city planners and roads. Or something about horse trails from a long long time ago. But I really don’t know the history of these roads well enough for that. I end up not answering him or repeating myself.
Jack is also interested in where all the other cars are going.
Jack: Where is that car going Mommy?
Me: They’re probably going to work.
Jack: No, they’re not.
Me: Yeah, I think they are.
Jack: No, they’re on the same road as us, so they’re going to the gym too.
Me (in my head or sometimes out loud): Well why did you ask me if you already know where they’re going?
On another day, he asked me what I was doing and I told him that I was speeding up to get in front of a truck (a dump truck). That opened a whole new can of worms.
Jack: What truck Mommy?
Me: The one behind us Jack.
Jack: Where is it going Mommy?
Me: He’s going back to work.
Jack: No, he’s going home.
Me: It’s the middle of the day…he’s probably going back to work.
Jack: No, he’s going home. He has a little boy at home who is 3 too. He’s going home because he is going to take his little boy to the Little Gym.
Jack wins again. But I have to love the imagination he has.