It's been five months since the snowstorm caused the tree branch on the power line experience that so significantly affected Avi. He still talks about it regularly. We've mostly worked through the fear of electricity that resulted. (The fear that made it hard for him to fall asleep because the electricity in the wires of the house might harm us, etc...). Anyhow, we're driving down the road just now on the way to our family day at Enchanted Forest and he says, "Is a branch a conductor?"
"Are you asking if wood conducts electricity?" I clarified.
"Yes."
"No," I said, explaining how that's why powerlines are made of wood.
Without missing a beat, he responds, "Then why did the branch catch on fire when it touched the powerline?"
If he asks questions that hard now, what's it going to be like when he's 8? Speaking of 8 year olds asking questions, that one is driving me crazy with his questions. Incessant. It's been that way since before he was two, and it hasn't let up. The worst is that he doesn't let up with a line of questioning. You give him a good answer and he asks a follow up question and you give another answer and just get another question until the questions just get more unreal and unanswerable. I end up exploding in frustration regularly. Then I feel badly of course, but it's out of control. Worst is when he repeats the same question when I've already given him an answer.
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