An excerpt from a recent drive-to-school-conversation:
Brynna: Mommy, what's that?
Me: What's what?
Me: Brynna, you're not pointing, I can't tell what you are looking at.
Brynna: That thing. Behind the fence.
Me: I don't see a fence.
Brynna: We already passed it.
Me: Oh, I don't know then.
Brynna: Mooommmyyyyy. What is it? What is it?
Me: Honey, I don't know, but I promise to look on the way home.
Brynna: Noooo, I need to know before school. What is it?
Me: I don't know.
Brynna: Pllleeeeaaassseeee tell me. I neeeeed to knooooow. What is it? What is it? What is it?
Me: What did it look like?
Brynna: It was sharp and shaped funny and behind the fence by the tractor.
Me: Oh, well it was a farm-y thing, then.
There are plenty of days in my life where that wouldn't have worked. In fact, 90% of my days that wouldn't have worked. I celebrate the little things.
By the way, she was right to be persistent. It was gone when we were going home.