I’ve noticed something about my middle child.  Every question I ask him is followed by three questions from him to “clarify” what I mean.

For lunch,

“Benjamin, do you want your sandwich heated up so that the meat and cheese is melty?”

“But… is it not cold?”

“No, it’s heated up.”

“But… is it hot?”

“It will be heated up, yes.”

“But… is it warm?”

“It will be heated up.  It won’t be hot, it won’t be cold.  It will be warm.”

I always knew he asked a lot of questions, but I didn’t notice this particular trend until earlier this week.  Every time.  Three follow-up questions.  It makes me laugh, and that’s good.  Because I’m less likely to become frustrated when I’m laughing.