If Sam looks quizzical in this picture, it’s only because he’s in a phase.
A questioning phase.
Please, Lord, let us all make it through this phase without one of us losing her mind.
Yes, we just finished a huge trip. A trip that turned his world upside down and made him question everything.
This picture was taken at a winery, which–okay–does spurn lots of questions for a three-year-old (Why are you tasting wine? What’s it like? Why can’t I taste wine? How is it not like grape juice? Why do they make wine? Why? Why? Why?)
But the questions have not stopped since we got back. (Why did God make pjs? Why don’t we sleep in bathing suits in case we get hot? What if the trees grew upside down? Why don’t we live underwater? Why do daddies have dark hair? Why is Nate a baby? Why am I Sam? are just a few that I can remember from THE LAST FEW HOURS OR SO.)
While lots of his questions are unanswerable, some really are close to logical. And, to be honest, I learn by asking questions too.
When I moved to Nebraska at age 17, I didn’t own a coat. I can remember shopping with my friends for my first real winter coat. I couldn’t fathom how REALLY COLD felt like. I had been to Minnesota in the winter plenty of times, but I just couldn’t imagine the kind of sustained cold temperatures my friends were describing.
So, I kept asking them what it was like.
And, to this day, they remember me driving them crazy with my questions. (How cold? Why a coat with a hood? Why? Why? Why?)
But then I experienced my first winter, felt the bone-chilling cold for myself, and knew why I needed a long down coat for Nebraska winters.
And my questioning phase was over.
Let’s hope the same happens for Sam’s very soon.
