We turn out the lights and I lie down with him for a bit.
One minute later:
"Can we do math?" (He wants me to ask him math questions. It's a favorite bedtime activity.)
"No. Go to sleep."
One minute later:
"That triangle thing with the string we saw at the mall? Was that supposed to be underwear?"
"Yes. Go to sleep."
One minute later:
"In cartoons, when they show meat, is that round white part supposed to be a bone?"
"Yes. Go to sleep."
One minute later:
"Mommy. When you pray do you get words back?"
"I suppose you could. Do you get words back?"
"Yes."
"What words do you get?" (I'm thinking he's having some sort of supernatural experience here.)
"I get..."Okay."
(*snerk*) "Good. Now go to sleep."
One minute later:
"What's bigger? A tick or an ant?"
"I have no idea. Go to sleep."
At this point I have to leave or I'm going to smother him with his pillow. Either he saves all his questions up for nighttime or it's the seven year old version of "Just one more hug." Either way it drives me crazy.
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