Abram, my youngest very inquisitive grandson who is in PreK, asked a poignant question the other day in these exact terms: “Is being an adult boring?” This is the same grandchild who asked me a few months ago if I was old, to which my firstborn grandson quickly replied, “No, she’s not old.” I felt good for five whole seconds with the elder’s sweet response until he turned to me and asked me, “By the way, how old are you, Mamaw? Seventy-four?” It’s a good thing I love that kid! I considered the first question mentioned above outstanding and very deserving of an answer, even if somewhat challenging. (The second one not so much.) This, however, was not the end to Abram’s quest for knowledge.