I get funnier by the day.
Instead of asking "why" or "what's that" like children of average intelligence do, I want to know "how does it work." My mom finds it complicated to accurately explain how cranes work but she is learning. I love cranes and graders and steamrollers and forklifts and cherry picker trucks and skid steers; I know all of the facts about each of them.
Last week, I woke up predawn every day proclaiming that I am hungry. This week, I like to wake up at 5:00am (4:56, really) to ask if we can go to the store. Hey, I just realized that I was born at 4:56am. I wonder if that is why I wake up at that time; I will use that as my excuse.
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