Vance: "Mommy, Despereaux (as in the Tale of Despereaux, the movie) said that a book speaks to him. How does a book speak?"
Me: I quickly try to come up with a way to explain this to him and do so using examples, blah, blah, blah.
Vance: Looks at me and says as he picks up a toy car, "Why do you think these car doors move up and down like this?"
His mind is always working overtime. And as much as I love it, it wears me out.
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