Q & A

The drive from Miss Emmy's house to ours takes about 12 minutes without traffic*. In those 12 minutes, I probably answer 112 questions from JP. (*Traffic, of course, being a relative word for the city we live in).
Our drive home today went something like this (okay, I'll spare my answers):
"Mamma, what's over there?"
"What's that guy's name?"
"What's that noise?"
"What's that birdie's name?"
"Where you goin', mamma?"
"What's that tractor doing?"
"Why Addie makin' that noise?"
"Where that car driving?"
"What those boys doin'?"
"What that girls name?"
"Who in that truck?"
"Why's that light flashin'?"
"Mamma, mamma, where's my teddy?"
"What's this car's name?"
"What's in that waterfall?"
"Where you goin' mamma?"
"Why Addie do that with her shoes?"
"What's that house's name?"
"Why that truck making' that noise?"
"What that flag doing?"
"Why does that guy make noise?"
"What's that motocycle's name?"
"What Addie saying?"

I really wanted to answer that last one truthfully ... Addie's probably telling you to shut your little mouth for one sweet second, Jackson so Mamma's head doesn't spin off ... but instead, I smiled and replied, "Oh, she's telling you that she loves your questions!"