Beanie: "Mama, what’s the answer to the question you asked Rose?"
It is 7 a.m. Rose is still in bed. This question, whatever it was, must
have been asked yesterday. Or who knows when. I ask Beanie what
question she means.
Beanie: "Remember? The one you asked."
Me: "Um. No. What question did I ask?"
Bean: "I can’t remember. But I really want to know the answer."
oh, too funny! I love this age! ( I have one a little younger). This morning mine told me (during a game of “I’m a kitty”…which game I absolutely loathe, by the way, but I try not to let on…) “I’m an enchanted kitty” and went on to explain that the enchantment is based on her ability–unlike other cats we know–to use the toilet.
LOL Oh dear. Perhaps she dreamt the question??
What a sweetie. When you find out the question to the answer, or the answer to the question of the question, let us know. 🙂