Mom? Mom? Mom?

This is my life:

(in the car)

Maeve: Mom?

Me: What?

Maeve: Nothing.

Maeve: Mom?

Me: Yes?

...

Maeve: Mom?

Me: Mmmhmm?

Maeve: ARE YOU LISTENING TO  ME?????

Me: (sigh) Yes...

...

Me: Did you want to tell me something?

Maeve: NO

Maeve; Mom?

Me: Yes, honey?

Maeve: Why are scabs brown when blood is red? What color are the platelets that make the scab?

Aaaaand there it is. It just takes her awhile to get the question processed. But I can be forgiven, I think, when I sometimes miss that she's ready to actually ask me something.

I said, "Show me your fancy fashion pose."