There's a little boy sitting behind us on the plane who must be about three. Which kind of rhymes with curiosity. Before we lifted off, he must have asked his mom about 80 questions.
It was awesome. His mom did a pretty good job of answering some of them (as she was trying to read), but I remember how tiring that can be as a parent. I hope this little guy just keeps asking and asking, and doesn't lose hope.
Thirty seconds after lift-off: "Are we landing now?"
He's asleep already. Happened practically mid-question. I'm guessing he's dreaming of lights and airplanes and being above the clouds. Which is where a three-year-old should be. So much to learn from the children...
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