He comes up with the most bizarre scenarios and ask me, “What if this happened?” He can fill hours doing this.
“What if you saw a squirrel and it had an acorn and then it pooped on the acorn and then washed it off?”
“What if you asked someone how many brothers and sisters they had and they didn’t know? Only you had asked them before and they did know?”
It’s maddening, actually. I mean , I know I should probably be proud that he has such a great imagination, but it’s just so darn irritating!
After one marathon session of what-if’s in the car I sent my husband a text about it. He wasn’t really all that helpful.