"Mommy, what do you think runs through the pipes underground or through the walls? Is it only water and gas or is there electricity? Does it have a color? Or a taste?"
"Focus on your scissors, Noah. Open, close, open, close. Hold the paper with your free hand. Like this."
"Mommy, when an astronaut goes to outerspace, how long does his air supply tank last? Can he REALLY do backflips in the air?"
"Noah. Pay attention to your task."
"I'm done with cutting now."
His handwriting is atrocious, he can't cut a straight line for the life of him, he despises "art" at school, he will NEVER choose crafts over...anything else.