While waiting on the airplane for take-off, Dorothy asked me, "Mom, when will we blast off?"
After we were delayed for two days in Chicago, I told Dorothy that we were leaving the following day, and she said, "Wouldn't it be fun if the airport closes and we get to see Grandma and Grandpa again?" I answered, "Well, it is important to go back to Savannah, because your daddy needs to go to work, and I need to watch Willa." Dorothy added, "Yeah, and I haven't seen Doc McStuffins in a long time."
We were in Chicago when Notre Dame burned. Dorothy had a lot of questions. She had seen photos of the fire and wanted to know if she could see a picture of the inside of the cathedral. I Googled some and showed her. She corrected that she wanted to see pictures of the inside of the cathedral burning. I let her know that the fire was too hot for anyone to take pictures and it wouldn't be safe. She countered, "But they can use a camera and take pictures through the windows."
At bedtime that night the questions continued. After I let her know that no person got hurt, she wanted to know what happened to the pets. At this point, Dorothy learned for the first time that the Notre Dame Cathedral was a church. She questioned whether any kids who had brought toys to church could get new toys; and even after I said that people do not bring pets into church, she asked, "Well, in case they did bring their pets into church, can they get new pets?"