If you have read here very long you a)are close friends or family since few people can stand the sporadic nature of my writing and b)you have realized that not much gets past Riley. He is a maze of constant questions as he doesn't let unfamiliar words or ideas just hover about him: he must get to the bottom of who, what, why, and how. He wears me out, in a fun, inquisitive kind of way.
Yesterday we were leaving for school when he said, "Mom, the light in the laundry room is broken."
"No, it's just burned out. Be sure to tell Dad."
"Why do I tell Dad?"
"Because light bulbs are his department." (Basically anything more than 6' off the floor are his department because there's the whole find the stool, possibly a screwdriver, yada, yada).
"What's your department? Everything else?"
PRE-cisely.
