Lord. Here we go. We have officially entered the "WHY?" stage, or triangle as a like to call it. Dylan, Dino and I that is. Dylan, being the tip, we parents being the two bottom points which a barrage of questions will be directed at for the rest of our natural parental lives, beginning this week. It may have began earlier, though not being verbally expressed by Dylan and was only manifested in his curiosity to see what happens when things are rhythmically dropped on the floor, or when golf balls and legos are placed in barefoot adult pathways.
So, officially, it began for us this week when he asked, "Why's that car make that sound?" (a car engine revving endlessly). I couldn't think of an answer, because, really, why does a young Asian guy next door with a fixed up Honda with spoilers, mags, and a loud ass exhaust rev his engine except to...maybe show off - to himself if no one else is around. And if that was my answer, I would have to explain what showing off means. As I deliberated, Dylan was on to something else, showing that he really didn't need an answer and was just testing his questioning prowess. He may be practicing for things later on like, Why do we go to war? and Why are the liberals planning to demonstrate in the wake of the GOP convention in Manhattan next week, creating a lot of security issues, insurmountable traffic jams and the like? and Why not? I need to get my answers ready. This is an exam of a lifetime.
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