It's been some time since Sean asked questions in a machine-gun like manner, like he did more than a year ago, see this and this.
Last night, out of nowhere, he came and plonked himself on my lap and said, "I want you to put my questions on the email thing." I usually type whatever he says on my gmail and save it as draft.
What is wood made of?
Are termites relatives of ants?
How fast is light?
What's a text? (points to the word Plain Text on my gmail page)
What is quantum theory?
What do devices mean? Like electrical devices.
What's a million times a million?
What does invisible mean? (haha, he's seeing something on my gmail chat)
Is there such a thing as z-mail? Like there's email and gmail and I think there's sea mail.
How does your brain work without anything to control it?
How many ants are there in the world?
What's a nano-second?
How often do you get mail?
Why do leaves lose their chlorophyll in autumn?
If the bigger you are the more things that orbit you, then why don't I orbit my mummy? I stopped and went HOW DARE YOU!!!! He giggled.
He paused, "That's all."
Me: Oh, I'm sure there's more, I like it when you ask lots and lots and lots and lots of questions.
Sean: That would be only when I was young.
Half a minute later,
Sean: Actually, why don't people want to be naked?