High Maintenance Mom

I was tired yesterday and that made answering some of the same questions over and over even more difficult. "Mommy, what would the small airport people say if a big plane tried to land at their small airport?" We've been discussing plane and airport size for about a week and I blame The Pocket Physicist for starting it by pointing out a small airport on one of his drives...

After discussing runway lengths and plane capacities for about five minutes, I decided to turn it into a story. Previously, I had been trying to stay calm by reminding myself that B really just wants to talk with me and that asking the same question over and over is a way for him to have a conversation. Unfortunately, he doesn't really want to talk about all the things I want to talk about. So after his next, "what would happen if..." question we started our story.

Me: One day we went to see a big airport and...
B: We saw a really big plane. The biggest plane ever.
Me: What else did we see?
B: Big planes that weren't as big as the really big plane.
Me: Oh, so we saw other big planes...

I understand that I have two boys and will need to brush up on my "boy" stuff because there are now lots of questions for which I have no good answer.

B: How big is a sperm whale?
Me: I really don't know. We could look it up later.
B: Daddy's smarter than you because he knows how big a sperm whale and black bear are.
Me: Hmmm.

I would like to point out that prior to having kids I really believed that boys did "boy things" because that's what was presented to them. B and Little Grab both attend daycare with lots of dolls, dress-up clothes, and art activities. Here was a conversation with a few girls I overheard earlier in the year.

A: Let's play princess.
C: I want to be Belle.
A: I'm Snow White.
B: I'm the frog!

It appears that, for now, I will get to be the princess. Maybe one day I'll be the princess who knows the approximate weights of B's favorite animals.