Maggie is big into questions nowadays. One of her favorites is "Come from, Mama?" She'll point to something or name it and then wants to know how it got to be where it is now. Some days we go through every single item of clothing we both have on. She'll hold out her shirt; "Come from, Mama?" "Nana bought that shirt for you." Point to her tights; "Come from, Mama?" "Baku Sue sent those pants." "Shoes. Come from, Mama?" "Those shoes came from Nora." Then she'll start on my clothes. And I have to remember the store or the location where my clothes originated. She'll do it with food. With cars. With toys. It keeps my memory working.
Another question I hear many many times a day is "What's that?" She hears anything and asks, even if it's a noise I'm pretty sure she already knows. The heater comes on in the house. "What's that?" "That's the heater, Maggie." I'm grating carrots in the kitchen; Eliza shakes her tags; a horn honks; the wind blows down the flue. "What's that?" We have been able, so far, to be grateful she's so curious and genuinely interested in learning. In a few weeks I'll let you know if we're infuriated with the nagging or if she's moved on to wanting to learn something new and fresh
