I was keeping my two-year-old twin grandchildren
for the day. Instead of playing, they followed me,
wanting to know everything. Overlapping questions
streamed simultaneously from the children.
By mid afternoon I was worn to a frazzle. I
dumped a fresh basket of toys for them to play with,
then I tiptoed into the kitchen. But behind me came the patter of little feet, more questions flooding the room.
Wearily I said, "Listen you two, I don't think I can
stand to answer one more question." One of them, tilting
his head and with a pondering look, asked, " Nanny,
whats a question?"

---Cynthia Ann Begley