Oatmeal never stops asking questions

I was on the phone with SIL yesterday and was talking about how I was so tired after raking out the gardens (we ended up with a total of 34 bags - J raked most of it). Oatmeal overheard part of SIL's end of the conversation and had to ask me some questions:

O: What are you doing?
Me: Raking leaves
O: We don't have any leaves to rake. We don't have trees. Do you have a tree house in your trees?
Me: No, my trees are too big.
O: Will you have a tree house the next time we visit?
Me: No, my trees are too big.
O: But I NEED a tree house.

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O: Daddy, what is that guy eating and why is it steaming?
Daddy proceeds to go into a long discussion of smoking and why it is bad, etc., etc.

Comments

[Shan]

Ha! I know--those questions never stop, do they?! The other day as were all readying to leave Julia's toddler tumbling class, a woman overheard Julia asking nonstop questions rather than focusing on getting her shoes and jacket on. The woman said, "Gee, by any chance, is she three?" and laughed. I said to her, "How can you tell?" and we had a good chuckle. She was obviously a mom with kids who were no longer three, but could easily remember the stage!

[Question]

I was complaining to my SIL about hating to drive - in particular to Sheboygan - 5.5 hours of boredom. She noted that she would love to be able to spend over 5 hours by herself in a car. No questions! And her choice of podcasts.