This holiday season has brought back one thing that I thought maybe, just maybe, we had finished with. Questions. A couple of weeks ago, a field trip took Bryce to see the play "A Christmas Carol" and since then the questions have been rolling in.
"What's a scrooge?"
"What's bah mean?"
"Why did Tiny Tim have a cane?"
They have been going nonstop. I thought he outgrew this stage when he was a toddler, only to find him repeating it again at 11. I think it's time for me to find an actual book of the tale for him to read. Maybe then, the questions will stop.