When I think of the word question I think of laying down on a bed with a lad as he prepares for a time of play with his mom.
Of reading books and having a lad break in with "tell me if I am wrong mom".. and then proceeds to tell me what he is thinking about what we were just reading about. It is often expressed as a question, but sometimes comes out as a statement with the qualifier of wanting to know if he's right.
Sometimes the interruptions bother me...especially if I feel like I am running short on time, but I remember his thoughts and comments. I know that as he gets older and doesn't want to play with his mom any more that I will miss our reading and playing time.
I will miss having Dutch revolt against the Spanish (as happened tonight.. we've been reading history books lately)... I will miss the bears learning that gambling on the ponies is a horrible thing to do ... especially if you get hooked on it and start to steal things. A
And I will mostly miss the question of "Correct me if I am wrong mom, but is what I am thinking right?"