"What were you thinking?"

After picking him up from school, we went by the store for a few things. Plus I needed to make a return. Yay, money back! NJ was helpful as always and held the basket for me. I eventually took it from him though when it got heavier. His teacher said that he was especially a really great help today, he wanted to help with everything. I'm so proud! 

Earlier in the day I made some whole wheat pizza dough and we made some chicken and veggie pizza for dinner. I got a little bit of a workout too with trying to roll the dough flat enough. I still would have liked it thinner, but that's where I need Baba's help. 

My boy getting dressed for bed. When I see him like this it reminds me of when he was a little baby.

On our way home today he asks me, "What were you thinking?" I've never heard this one before! But it reminds me of the fact that now that he is processing everything, thinking and asking about everything, I feel like I'm constantly having to explain myself. For things that most of us don't give another thought to... Why did you turn right and not left? Why didn't you let me open it? What's that for? Why were you talking to that person? Where are they going? Why do you have to do that? How do you do that? It gets exhausting (and sometimes frustrating) but I have to remind myself that this is how he's learning and it's good that he's asking. I wish I had better answers sometimes.