In my nest full of birdies, there is one who doesn’t gape his beak open as widely as the others, so I worry sometimes that he will fall through the cracks. When he is sick, he sits very quietly in a corner, demanding nothing more than to be left alone. He has always preferred to be quiet rather than blast his feelings around.
Last week he had a belly ache, and I found him scanning Gabe’s pharmacology textbook. I suppose he was trying to find a drug to help his condition? At any rate, I said, “Gregory, if you have questions, you can just ask Mama. This textbook is probably a little hard for an eight year old to understand.”
He just looked down, grinned a little, so I probed, “Do you have questions now that you would like to ask?”
“Well, I have some questions, but most of them I already know the answers to.” And that was all he would say. A little later he came to me with a paper, all folded up. “Here, Mama.”
Yes, he did copy them out of one of his favorite books, “Encyclopedia of Questions and Answers”. And yes, that was his idea of a joke. On the Stinker Scale, I would put that close to a ten.