We did the "three questions" thing again tonight, and he's still asking bizarrely eclectic questions.
1) Why are you and mommy married?
2) Why do we have a fan in our room?
3) Why do we sleep on pillows?
Seriously, this kid makes me think. I mean, think about it. Why do humans sleep on pillows? He won't take an answer like "just because." He wants a real actual reason. I told him it was easier on your neck to sleep on a pillow, but fuck if I know.
Later, he was telling me that there were monsters everywhere. Monsters in the ceiling - "and they have really long arms, and they can touch the door and touch the fan at the same time! And even your guitar, too!" Monsters were in our bedsheets. They were living inside the fan. "And they even set up a house next door to the fan where they live!" Suddenly, inexplicably, our bedroom was lousy with monsters.
When he presents a problem like this (i.e. sudden monster eruption), I don't bother trying to solve it anymore. When he was younger, I had a can of air freshener that I relabeled as "Monster Spray" that I'd spritz around the room to scare away the monsters. Or I'd dutifully look under the bed, in the closet, under his pillow, and shout to scare away all the monsters. Now, I just make him deal with it.
"So, Oliver," I ask, "what should we do about the monsters?"
"I don't know," he shrugs.
I tried to guide him to a solution. "Will your friends -" the various stuffed animals on the bed with him - "help get rid of the monsters?"
"No," Oliver shrugs," they don't have power like me."
"Oh, well then, how are you going to get rid of them?" I ask. "What kind of power do you have?"
"I can shoot fireballs out of my penis!" he shouts gleefully.
He gestures toward his crotch region, imagining a giant flamethrower rising out of his pull-up. And makes fireball-shooting noises. Pew pew pew! He does this for a minute or two. Shortly after that, he drifts off to sleep.
I wonder if he does this with Mrs. B.