Some kids are really born very inquisitive. Raymund, then 2 years old, was one such kid. He would ask so many questions. Some of them were:
"Why does the sea not ran out of water, mom?", a question which entered his mind during our frequent trips to the beach. He loved the beach so much. He would hold the sea water on his palm and watch it disappear.
"Why is there night and day, mom?", a question he asked one night during a series of brownouts after 2 stormy days.
"Why do we need to sleep, mom?", a question he asked one afternoon before he took a nap.
"Why am I not in the picture?", he asked one time while staring at our (me and his dad's) wedding picture.
"Why is it that Trisha has no penis?" Trisha is our neighbor's kid. She is Raymund's playmate when he was still an only child.
There were really lots of different questions everyday. Oftentimes out of nowhere. My husband and I tried our best to answer in a way a toddler will understand.
One day while in the car on our trip to the province, he saw a pregnant woman walking. He asked, "Mommy, what is inside her big tummy?" Of course I said, "Baby". He was quiet and quite satisfied for a while but after some time he asked, "Did I also came from your tummy?" While I was nodding, he continued asking, "How did I get inside your tummy, mommy?" I was taken aback for a while. I had no ready answer. It was good my mom who was seated behind me was listening and she provided the answer. "God put you inside mommy's tummy!", she said. Oh, I was relieved. My son finally got satisfied. He fell asleep in my arms.
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