fired three questions at me.
Cordon: Mom, will you put my lego guys arm back on?
Me: Sure. Here you go.
Cordon: Mom, how old will you be when I am 38?
Me: 66
Cordon: Mom, what does a whales pee pee look like?
Me: I don't know. Good question.
Cordon: Oh.
Then he runs back downstairs while calling out "I love you mom" over his shoulder.
I could have wasted a lot of time trying to tie together his thought processes but it would have been in vain. This is typical Cordon and not much around our house makes sense anyway.