"Why does the sky be red?", he asked.
I love that he stuck an infinitive "to be " verb in his interrogative. Then, I love that red was the color in question for the sky today. It was only 2 o'clock in the afternoon, but he was satisfied after we briefly discussed the painterly effects of sunsets. I hope, where my children are concerned, I will always answer the out-loud questions of inner ideas. Lucy, well, we will be trying to keep up with her the rest of our lives. Hazel could be the "calm one" of the trio, a home body so-to-speak. But, Seth, he has a wondrous mind. Unusually observant, he can often be found just sitting and very visibly pondering on something. I try to do justice to his curiosity, but this requires time and that is an angle whose repose I've yet to find.