Then I had kids, and that all changed. I realized that the questions Just. Don't. Stop.
I began to burn out when my older son hit the early threes. That's when "Why?" made its initial appearance. Then my kids got to thinking I know absolutely everything about anything, like I'm Wikipedia or something.
Here's an example from the time we took them to an amusement park over the summer:
How high is that roller coaster? I don't know exactly. Pretty high.
Is it a hundred feet? At least.
How much higher? Two-hundred feet? I don't know.
How fast is it? Really fast.
Is it faster than our car? It depends on where we are driving.
What year was it built? What, our car? 2009.
No, the roller coaster. I don't know. Google it when we get home.
A month later we took a family vacation that involved an airplane. As we made our descent at the end of the first leg, both kids looked out their respective windows.
How high are we?
Are we as high as the Wind Seeker?
What about the Drop Tower?
We're definitely higher than the Diamond Back, aren't we?
Are there any pyramids this high?
As we got settled into our seats on the next flight, my son started asking me more questions. I fought back. I took out my notebook and started writing them down.
Is it three o'clock?
What time is it?
Why did the TV turn off?
Why do they do that?
[Peering at my notebook] Why is it talking about Wind Seeker?
Why are you writing down all the questions?
I'll try not to ask any more questions, okay?
Are you going to show those to people?
What if there was a fire inside the plane?
The flight attendants aren't the pilots, are they?
Why is there an exit way back here?
What if a shark ate the life raft?
What is this volume button for?
Would you stop writing those down? You're annoying me!
When we get high enough I can unbuckle, right?
What does "airborne" mean?
What's "free of charge"?
At this time he pleaded with me to stop writing the questions down. His attempts to grab my pen and notebook made the process more challenging that I was willing to put up with, so I acquiesced (NOTE: That's a really big word. Thanks, spell-checker, for your help.)
There was one more series of questions that I had to write down, though. I did get his permission, but I would have done it anyway. I had pointed out the window and said, "Look at that huge airplane. You see the higher row of windows? It's a double-decker."
So there's stairs in there? Yep.
Have you been in one? Nope.
But you've seen one, haven't you? Really? You just asked that? Dude, I'm writing that one down...