the power of why

A selection of the “conversation” Toby and I had on the bus on the way home yesterday:

“Daddy, why is the bus bouncy? Daddy, why is the driver wearing gloves? Daddy, why does the driver have a fan? Daddy, why is this the road? Daddy, why is that man getting off the bus? Daddy, why are we going fast? Daddy, why are we stopping at the bus stop? Daddy, why are we stopping at the red light? Daddy, why does that lady have a baby? Daddy, why does that man have a funny moustache? Daddy, why are we going home? Daddy, why …”

Yes, you get the idea, and yes he has hit that age.

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