This is so true, God does want us to be like children full of questions and eager for the answers.
I live with my own personal four year old petitioner/investigative reporter. He asks what seems like a 1000 rapid fire questions throughout the day:
Where are you going?
Can I see?
Can I have arcoons (translation: cartoons)?
Can I go to Mimi’s (grandma)?
Can I go to Mickey’s (other grandma)?
Can I go outside?
Can I have a sandwich?
Can I have juice?
Can I (play) fight with you?
Can you fix my train/car/airplane/transformer/monster truck/etc?
Where’s Gid (brother)?
And maybe his favorite default question of all, said with boyish wonder:
I’m sure I’ll miss his little inquiries when he becomes a quiet self-confident teenager who believes his pops is out dated and irrelevant. Questions are the mark of humility: as a small child, Josiah knows he doesn’t know the answer to many questions and he trusts someone else to give it to him (me!).
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