Hello, My Name is Noah

Noah has been coming up with some pretty fun stuff over the last few weeks. Just now, as he was coming to give me a goodnight hug and kiss, he started asking me questions (e.g. stalling):

"Mom, who invented comics?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Oh. Well, if he is still alive, I would like to say 'thank you' to him."

I smiled. "Well, I guess you'll have to do some research tomorrow and find out. But I don't think he's still alive."

Another thought occurred to him.

"Mom, who invented pianos?"

A short discourse followed about the era they were invented in, but the end result was, "I'm not sure. Look it up."

"Okay, Mom? Who invented bicycles?" He giggled.

"I used to know that one, but I forget. You will have to look it up on Wikipedia. Tomorrow. Now, go to bed!"

"Okay. Goodnight."

A few days ago, the temperatures here plummeted to below freezing, with some nasty wind and a little bit of snow thrown in. I've heard that elsewhere in Alberta had even more snow, which floors me--this is early, even for Alberta.

When he got home from school on Monday, Noah came in the door and announced, "I love winter, and I hate winter!"

"Okay," I said. Then he started on what could have been a prepared presentation.

"Why I Love Winter. One. We don't have to cut grass." He ticked it off on his finger. "Two. we get hot chocolate when we come in from outside. And three--" (Three has been redacted due to my faulty memory!)

I interrupted him there to do an urgent task, and said to come back and finish in a few moments. He picked up right where he left off a few minutes later.

"Why I Hate Winter. One. It's COLD!! Two. We have to go to school. And three..." Honestly, I'm not sure he came up with a three for this one.

Maybe Noah has a future in public speaking after all?