Sometimes it's wonderful and disturbing to know what they're thinking

When you are five, the world expands, the possibilities widen, the life that was once limited to the space of a uterus then Moses basket then room then apartment then playground feels boundless. That, of course, means gajillions of rapid-fire questions.

I overheard these being rat-a-tat-tatted while on the phone with his dad, whom I'm quite sure had exactly none of the answers. I judge not. I usually use those moments of Great Preschooler Inquisition to practice clever comebacks I've been working on in my head for months.

These are just a few pressing concerns that made their way to paper.

What if the only color in the world was clear?

What if you could only eat brains?

What does earwax taste like to you? (Confidential to those who are slightly grossed out but still curious, Lil E added on that his own earwax tastes "a tiiiiiiiiiiiiny bit sour.")

What if everybody in the world grew a new hand every year?

What if I had a machine hooked up to all the brains in the world so I could remember their memories?

What if the only color in the world was clear EXCEPT me and I didn't know where anyone else was because they were all invisible?

What if the only color in the world was clear BUUUUUUT poop color and then the only thing you couldn't see through was poop? (This awesomeness and hilarity, no doubt from any parent out there, elicited fourteen straight minutes of laughter.)

Why haven't you ever tasted your earwax?