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I think I mentioned in an earlier post; Yukta is a very inquisitive 4 year old and asks us a lot of questions on a regular basis. We never discourage her from asking questions, though occasionally we postpone them for a detailed discussion at a later point in time.

I don't say this often but my husband is a very intelligent man who is still a voracious reader (the word ''still'' is important here because most people tend to lose their leisure activities on becoming parents). And in general he also has more patience than me. So I do what any self-righteous mother will do in my place - I use these plus points to redirect Yukta's questions to him!

One evening my better-half was walking her back from school and they were engaged in their usual banter when she asked him a question that he did not know the answer to. (He doesn't remember what the question was; because like most husbands he also has the memory of a goldfish!)
He was fumbling for words to try and explain something vaguely, when she stopped him and said in a very matter-of-fact tone, "Daddy, sometimes we don't know the answers. And that is ok."

My erudite husband had only one word to describe this conversation - surreal.

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