Non Sequitur

(pic: what happens when you let the boys paint on the driveway one day and give them paper and brushes and walk away the next day).


So yesterday for lunch I made grilled cheese with tomato soup for lunch. Boy 1 was watching and asking all about where the cheese came from. The first question was "did that cheese come from the upstairs fridge or the downstairs freezer, Mooooom?" (somehow drawing out my name at the end of every.single.question. has become the status quo). There were enough questions after that that I ended up giving him a not-so-brief rundown of how our milk got from the grass (as cow food) to the counter. By this time the food was almost done, but he did have one more question and here is the short convo that followed:

"why-"
"Nope. Ask a different question that does not start with "why." If you have a different question, I will answer it, but not everything is a "why" question, bud."
"... .... .......... ......... um.......... (at this point I can see the beginnings of about 6 different questions running through his head and almost through his lips) ..... ..... hm....... how big are piglets when the are born, Moooooom?"
"?!?! pretty small, bud. maybe about this big (motion with hands). Here's your sandwiches and soup!"

H and I didn't even laugh at first, we were too flabbergasted. Ah to be 4 again...