“How did you learn how to know everything?” she asked.
“I don’t think anyone knows everything,” I responded, only half-attending. A siren from a fire-engine distracted me. The driver leaned on the horn. Someone must have not given the emergency vehicle the right of way.
“But how did you learn how to know everything?” she insisted.
The First Grader’s tone brought me back to full attention. She hung her big brown eyes on me.
“You mean, how do people work on knowing more and more?” I tried.
A shadow of a frown passed over the small visage, then the girl seemed to decide this not-at-all-what-I-asked-about-reframe is as comprehensive as this adult in front of her can probably muster at the moment. She nodded.
“Different people may have different ways of learning,” I replied, “but for me, I like finding out new things. So I observe and try to listen. I read a lot, and I ask plenty of questions …”
“… you do ask a lot of questions,” she interrupted. “But sometimes I think you already know the answers.”
I grinned. “Sometimes I do … And sometimes,” I teased, “I think you know the answers to your questions, too …”
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