The imagination is flying around here lately! Brigit is like a pinball machine lately. Today batgirl – ding, yesterday a princess – dong, the day before a firefighter – ping, before that a doctor – pong, before that a archeologist – zing! I love how she pops from one thing to another, discovering something new each time. When we are driving around she asks a ton of questions. One day I decided to count, after my brain was especially strained by a constant barrage of them. 98. Yep. 98 from when she woke up in the morning until she went to bed that night. I was driving part of the time, so keeping track of the topics was challenging. From what I remember, they varied from corn and acorns to why animals are kept in zoo to how sidewalks are made and why some people looked happy and some looked sad. There was a lot of pressure on me to answer all the questions because I have convinced her that I know everything. Not because I remember everything, but because I know how to find out stuff. She remembers when I say I don’t know, because there is always an internet search when there is a pause in the day. Not just when we get home, but when there is wireless internet and our tablets work, or when there is no wireless and my phone has signal. Her little fingers fly across the touch screen and her mastery of YouTube is amazing. David and I often talk about how our reference tools were limited to the library when we could get to one, or the Encyclopaedia Britannica sets we had at our respective homes. The world is so much smaller these days. Some people have questioned our decision to give Brigit access to any information that answers questions she asks, but from my perspective, if we don’t tell her the truth now, what will she think when she has to relearn things later. How can she trust her parents later if they are not honest with her now? I remember things from when I was four, so why would she not? And she is much smarter than me already. Actually, I am not for sure, but I certainly think so. She knows the real names of body parts. She has a concept of death from when her Grandpa Ward died. She knows when she is eating parts of a cow or pig, and where tomatoes come from. She is much too perceptive to try and trick. Believe me, I tried it when she was two and it failed miserably. That is when I decided to tell her the truth. I must admit, when it comes to Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny I am telling her myths, but try to put it in perspective and keep it conceptual. She will know later on that they are spirits or concepts, but those are lessons to be learned as she grows. For now, I will enjoy watching her mind grow and ping and pong and not tell her there are limits to her imagination, for the universe abounds in new things to discover.