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.
wocket in my pocket 
I want a Gregory! Seriously, maybe someday I will have a little guy like him, doesn’t he remind you of his Uncle Nate? Too bad you already stole that name. 🙂
Totally a little Uncle Nate. I remember many long evenings when all the noise we could create could hardly get him to lift his nose 6 inches away from his book 😉 Greg seems to get lost like that too. Hoping you have one too! (and me!… only maybe slightly more industrious. Haha!)
Oh yes, he is Uncle Nate over and over.
Oh, my, what a child! I love it.