So Mama...

well, the questioning continues. "So Mama... tell me about a time you drowned... (drownded)..." Interestingly enough, this streak of curiosity seems to coincide with an increased refusal to answer any questions or any kind. "Mama, I'm not answerin any more questions. That's all you need to know. So just forget about it. Forget everything. Forget me. Forget you. Forget everything."

Still, I love his being curious. It means he is developing interest in others, I tell myself. Dada wonders what he is up to. What's he getting at with all these questions.

anyway, coming home from camping eating at Bette's Pies, Jude was on a mad asking streak, but I was exhausted so I directed him to Noah. Ask Noah about all the times he got in trouble and had to go to jail, broke bones, threw up, etc...

Jude is fascinated with puking and shared about the 3 times he recalls getting sick. Then: "Do you want to know once how my dad got sick and throwed up?"

"No!" we both said.

"Well, he got the virus that I got and it went to his stomach and he throwed up. And you know what he throwed up? Cabbage."

Eventually: "So Noah... tell me about all the times you started fires..."

The wild mushroom burger nearly came out my nose. I suddenly pictured sweet Noah in leather and chains hanging out with riffraff in dark alleys. Once recovered, we realized Jude had gotten "started fires" somehow from an earlier disclosure on how Noah once got "fired" (under the "tell me about a time you got in trouble" round of questions) from a job for using liquid dish soap in the dishwasher.