I ask myself that question maybe too often--it sometimes gets me in trouble. My husband, who always seems to have answers, wonders how at 57 my curiosity and mouth get me into problems I often cannot fix. I have an easy answer: if is a small question.
Who knows where it will lead? I guess that's where the real problem lies. He seems to know where questions will lead. I have to find out for myself.
I start with such a small question and ask it again. And then again. Before I know what has transpired, I've questioned myself into a corner. And just as quickly I can't get out.
Part of the reason that I can answer questions is that I keep asking. I like to know "Why?" "What if..." "How?"
And the questions don't quit coming. No matter how much trouble they get me into. No matter the answers. Even when the answers are not what I want or hope or dream.
If there's one thing that I hope I instilled in my students, it is that they ask questions, push themselves to know more, inquire about everything in their lives.
What do you hope the children of today learn on their way to adulthood?