Sayer asks amazing questions.  The big questions often come at bedtime when it's quiet and he's trying to fall asleep.  You can tell he is just sorting through the day's events and his thoughts on it all.  He'll get real quiet and say  either "Mommy, do you know what?..." or simply "Mommy...".  It has a specific inquisitive tone to the word Mommy.  You know it's coming.  Before we left for France, I was putting him to bed and he said, "Mommy...who was the first person ever born?"  Yes, this is the kind of question that I'm talking about.  One night he asked why do people hurt each other sometimes?  And another, "What does it mean to be married?" and "Why do Mommies have breasts?".  Recently on an outing to the Lascaux Caves here in France, he asked the guide "Why did they [meaning the cave dwellers] want to make art on the wall?"  The guide just stopped quiet for a second and said "Uh, well, we really don't know".

Sometimes it may just be a how-does-the-world-work kind of question but often there are bigger questions in there too.  Like tonight...

Background- we watched Shrek today.

Do all dragons have wings?
Do all dragons breathe fire?
Why were the knights in the castle with Fiona all skeletons?
Did the dragon like donkey?
How did donkey know that dragon was a girl? to which he answered himself "she had eyelashes and big lips"
then all of a sudden we move from Shrek to...

How come in the picture of you from when you married Daddy you can't see your face? (background: I am looking out a window in my bridal portrait)

Why were you wearing a nighgown? (testament to the fact that I never wear dresses and he can't make sense of what I'm wearing)

another big switch to...

"Mommy where were you born?"

from there we moved on to one of his favorite stories, which is the story about how Mommy and Daddy met and fell in love and he was born.  From there, he fell asleep. 

Right now he is asleep beside me all cuddled up and illuminated by the light of the laptop screen.  Maybe all little kids are like this but he just seems to so aware, so deep, so curious and so interested.  I hope he stays this way.  I just can't wait to see him grow up.  Don't get me wrong, I don't want it to happen too fast.  I love this place where he's at.  It's scary because I can see the baby all but faded away and the toddler is on its way out too.  The little boy is arriving complete with all of these big questions.  Danny jokes with me sometimes about how hard it will be for me when some girl just breaks that sweet little heart of his [by the way, she better watch out].  I quickly respond with jokes about his daughter starting to date boys [those poor boys].  It's there for all of us...the fear about growing up.  Sayer will quickly tell you that when he gets big he is going to buy the house right next door to me and live there.  A few days ago, he told my friend Wendy that he was going to live upstairs at my house forever even when he was married.  Right now, I like that thought too.