I’m like the child who can’t stop asking questions, although I try with all my might not to fidget.
“Why is the sky blue?” becomes, for me, “What shall I do with the rest of my life?”
“I want to be a fireman when I grow up,” sounds like “Should I have been a social worker? A priest?”
“Can dogs fly?” makes me wonder, “Can I get everything I want out of this life?”
“Give me more candy” translates as “Give me more: Time. Energy. Dreams.”
And, like the voracious child, I will have to learn to accept that sometimes the answer is “no,” and sometimes the answer is “maybe later,” and sometimes the answer is, “settle down.”
And every once in a while there is no response that will satisfy.