David always asked a lot of questions. I would get very frustrated at times when one question would turn into twelve. He would ask the same question in several different ways, almost as if he was cross-examining me and wanted to catch me in a lie! It drove me crazy!
In 4th or 5th grade, a note was sent home from the nurse that they were going to be discussing puberty in health class. It was just basic stuff, not the nuts and bolts of it. I braced myself for the questions, but there weren't any. About a month after they began the puberty topic, I had a night out planned with my friends. David had hinted around about what they were learning in health, so I told my husband, "You have the talk with him. He's going to ask a million questions and you need to explain it."
My husband agreed and I left for dinner and a show, Jersey Boys, with four of my friends. When I returned home I asked my husband if he spoke with David. He said, "I didn't have to, he had already googled it and knows everything."
Lately, he still asks questions, but seeks out the answers first, probably still to see if he can catch me in a lie, or mistake! He takes after his father, they both always have to be right...