the element of surprise

Sometimes I feel like I start a conversation with a ten year and end it talking to Socrates.
Especially as he pushes words up against the wall of bedtime. As much as I want to shut down the conversation, ask him to close his eyes and his mouth, I cannot. He may be telling me about Spanish translations and asking about common equivalencies, but he's also telling me that he's ready for more freedoms and asking me to trust him. And by listening, I am trying to tell him that I care.

Do you think humans are all part of the same family? 
If we drink drinks, why don’t we food food? 
Do your doubts make you more real? 

One of the best things about science or philosophy may be that as you learn, you don’t really get answers, you just get better questions.
Talking to him after he's brushed his teeth and changed into pajamas makes me wonder less about what time I'll get to sleep and to question more my own level of curiosity.