They Might Be Curly Giants!

As much as I’m not looking forward to endless questioning by an inquisitive toddler on a range of topics as vast as the universe in Ajab’s little head, yet at the same time, I am anxious for him to do just that - ask me questions. Anything. Everything. Whatever.

I want to be his guide, his mentor, his teacher, his ‘human Google search engine’ (to the best of my abilities, that is, after which the real Google on the net takes over). I know I am his source for information and he looks to me to ask, or rather babble excitedly and points on the TV screen (oh the smudges I’ve had to remove!), what the shape on the TV is (it’s a “TRIANGLE!”), after which he happily takes a step back with a big, contented smile on his face. I don’t know whether he’s happy that I pointed out what the shape is, or that he was right in his babbly ways that he pointed out the correct shape, or that he’s happy that he got his daddy to do what he wanted, or something else.

That’s the nature of his curiosity right now. It’s more of a case of we tell him what a particular object is (a car or shape), point it out to him, repeat, then in future when he sees the same object, he’ll babble something to us and points to said object and seeks approval. “That’s a triangle, right?” he seems to be asking us. It’s seldom that he asks what a particular object that he’s never seen before. It’s more of a repetitive acknowledgment of something that’s familiar to him (”TRIANGLE!”), over and over and over again.

People say once he’s started to ask questions, he won’t stop and that it happens suddenly.

We’re waiting for that day to happen.

Anxiously.