In the world of quirky, autistic language, we are presently living in the land of questions.

Not the annoying curious ones like, “Why is the sun yellow?” and “Why do birds fly?” that those typical four and five year old kids come up with. Nope. No, we live in a land of the inane questions.

Who is that?

That’s Sarah.

What is she doing?

She’s sleeping.

In the bathroom after piano lesson and at Red Robin and at the swim club: What is that?

That’s a potty.

What is that?

That’s a sink.

What is that?

That’s the wall?

What are we in?

We’re in the bathroom.

Sometimes it gets interesting.

Do you love me?

Do I love you?

Do I want to eat chicken for lunch?

Do I need to go potty?

Does Belle want to marry Gaston or the Beast?

Does she love Gaston? or does she love the Beast?

As one can imagine, I tire of the interrogations.

Who do I want to give some hay to?

Silence.

Mommy, who wants some hay?

Mom-meeeee! Who?! Wants?! Hay?!

Charlotte, you know who you want to give some hay to. Just go give him some.

A new strategy today.

She is currently very much into makes and models of cars.

Is that a CHEVROLET??

Charlotte, you know what kind of car it is. So you can say, Hey look, there’s a Chevrolet!

What is my sister got?

Charlotte, you know what she has. You can say, Hey, look, Sarah’s playing with her baby doll!

I’ll probably regret this strategy. Before you know it, everything will be “hey look.” “Hey look!” “Hey look!”

Still. I have to try something to break her off incessant inane questioning. Otherwise…

Hey, look, is that another beer in my hand?