wooden shoes and windmills

Questions asked this morning by the twelve-year-old I spend most of my days with:

"Heather, what does 'breathless' mean?"

"Heather, why is Christmas all about chocolate? Or is it all about candy canes?"

To these and volumes of other questions I'm supposed to be a wealth of knowledge. Of course, I'm not.

But the best comment of the day he came up with all on his own:
"'Sex and the City' must be the lowest rated show right, Heather? Because it's just all about sex - and who wants to watch that?!"

He's a smart kid.