Questions, questions, questions...

Madelyn gets in the car in the mornings and says "Ok mom, there are some things I've been thinking about and I have some questions". It's like she dreams a list of questions to ask me each day. Many of the questions (like "why do you go in the downstairs bathroom if there's a tornado?") are followed by "How do you know that?" It's exhausting at times, but I guess I should be thankful that she is so inquisitive and wants to know so much! I am glad however that Madelyn is with my sister right now and that she got the question "How come that place is called Hooters?"