I ask a lot of questions. Watching this trait develop in my three year olds has taught me that you can tell a lot about a person by the nature of the questions they ask.
K is very origin oriented. She asks me dozens of times a day, "Where do ____'s come from?" I have decided from her line of questioning that just about everything comes a factory, a farm or God himself.
P is my scientist. Life, for him, is one big experiment. He is constantly wondering about the consequences. As I catch him reaching for the switch to the disposal he looks at me with wide eyes and asks "What it might do?" When I interrupt his attempts at finagling himself out of his carseat, "What it might do?" He is my Worst Case Scenario guy. I think he is constantly weighing if the risk is worth the potential reward.
R, on the other hand, is a fairly straightforward, sports-loving boy. His constant question, "Can I whack that?"
As I type this, I am wondering what question defines me. I wish I could say it was "How can I be more like Jesus?" I strive for that to be it. Truthfully, some days it is "How am I going to get this all done?" or "How can I get MY needs met?"
Working on that!