"... One woman interviewed about the marvels of Ritalin complained that before it her three-year-old was always asking questions, and going on to another as soon as one was answered, which drove her mad. Well, it drives us all mad: 'Why is the moon? Can sheep fly?' But if we are wise, we rejoice in it."
I can relate to this. The three year old middle master Pedant-General floored us all the other day with:
Do mice have knuckles?
Well? Do they? And if so, what for?