“Mummy, why are cherries red?”
“It’s in their nature.”
“Why are oranges orange?”
“If they weren’t they wouldn’t be oranges.”
“Why are ducklings yellow?”
“It’s their colour.”
“Why is grass green?”
“Many plants are green.”
“Why is the sky blue?”
“I don’t know.”
“Mummy, what colour is India?”
“India has colours on its flag.”
“Are violets named after their colour?”
“Probably.”
“Mummy…”
“Why oh why oh why are you asking so many questions, sweetheart?”
“You looked sad. I wanted to give you rainbow colours to make you happy.”
“Oh. Why did you ask about India?”
“Isn’t that a rainbow colour?”
Mummy smiled, “It’s indigo sweetheart.”
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Jenny Matlock
May 2, 2012 at 11:19
ross.
Lovely, lovely conversation.
I miss the why, why, why’s of my children and grandchildren being younger.
Ross Mannell
May 4, 2012 at 20:48
Thanks for the comment.
It’s often said children learn by asking questions but I have sometimes found their questions are just so they can hear us speak. A young nephew was once asking a long series of whys so after a few I gave a ridiculous answer. He paused what he was doing, looked at me, and said, “Huh? What did you say?” 🙂