So Big is a Question Guy.
He's that typical four-year-old with the running inquisition that usually turns tautological if you attempt to answer him literally.
Tonight we had a terrible storm that blew the lights.
We were in the middle of our last bedtime story of the evening, and Big was pretty dissapointed to have it halted prematurely.
He just couldn't understand how some external source governed the electricity of our home and those around us. And who was going to fix it? And how? And would they wear protective suits so they wouldn't get electrocuted? And when would this all happen? Would it happen in five minutes? In fifteen minutes? What if it didn't happen until tomorrow? What if our electricity was still not on tomorrow night? And do things with batteries still work? What things in the house have batteries? Let's see! Would his DS work? Shouldn't we GET the DS to help us get through the current crisis? Etc. Etc.
Oh, and he was hot, of course.
The most profound question of the night, however, happened earlier over pizza with Cousin and her kids.
He turned to Cousin and asked: Are you sad to be leaving us?