It was an interrogative kind of day. Questions, questions, questions. Amusing and exasperating at the same time. Well, truthfully more and more exasperating as the day went on. Questions about just about everything you could imagine. And every answer deserved at least one or two (or more) follow-up questions.
We're driving in the car, going through Gros Morne National Park and after another slew of questions I finally burst out to the Boy:
Me: Holy cow, is there a question in the entire world that you haven't ask me today?
Boy: Is there?
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