Scotland asks me questions all day long. He’ll jabber a long sentence ending in an elevated tone to signal a question and then look at me intently. I look back at him, deer-in-the-headlights. How do I respond? If I wait too long he’ll ask the question again. Usually I say, “Oh!” or “Sure” but I’m beginning to wonder if I perhaps I’m underestimating the depth of his questions. What if he’s asking: “Do you think it’s right for insurance companies to refuse to take someone with pre-exisiting conditions?” and I respond- “Definitely!” Or maybe he’s asking, “Can I eat nothing but bread for the rest of my life?” and I say “Sure!” I expected to be stumped by my children’s questions, but not at 18 months!