My kids ask a lot of questions. Sometimes they come from out of the blue, sometimes they are influenced by what is going on around them (or on a screen in front of them). But the context doesn’t make much difference. They still don’t make sense.
So I present to you my ever curious daughter and, making a rare appearance in a question post, my younger son…
B2 age 8 3/4: Do sea creatures eat pasta shells, but they’re real shells?
B2 age 8 3/4: Do you think the Prime Minister is ever talking to some people and he does a fart?
LG age 6 1/4: Do people really do that in Scotland, turn into bears?
(In the cinema)
LG age 6 1/2: You know that trees make you breathe? How can we breathe in here?
LG age 7: Is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory a true story? Is Polar Express a true story?
(Watching Britain’s Got Talent)
Simon Cowell: You could sing the phone book.
LG age 7: What’s the phone book?
LG age 7: ‘No dogs allowed’ and I know why because the might poo on the pitch and someone might fall in it. What if they had their mouths open? They would be sick. They might even die.
LG age 7: Mummy, how long would it take to make a bike?