The Question

A cardinal flew into our picture window after we cleaned it, breaking its little neck. (Moral: Housework is deadly and should be avoided.)

My son, the animal lover, was greatly affected. In horror he ran to inspect the creature. He bent over the exquisite bird, fantastically red but with surprising blue underfeathers. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes and stick in his hand and asked:

“Can I poke it?”

It figures. This is the quintessential little boy question, applicable in a shocking number of situations. Sometimes I think it’s the quintessential male question.

I wonder if there is a little girl equivalent.

  • Tara Edelschick

    “Stop poking me, already?”

    • Rebecca Cusey

      Haha. I think you’ve got something there.

  • http://2kidschoolhouse.blogspot.com/ Margaret

    “Can we have a funeral for it? I’ll find a box and decorate it. Mom, can I have some fabric to line the box?”

    At least that’s how I think the little girl in my house would respond.


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