Confessions Of A Bad Mother

My youngest son rarely speaks in public. There are people who have known him his whole life who have only heard a handful of words from him. But get him home and he never shuts up. By the end of the day I am fatigued. It wouldn't be so bad if he was just talking, but he is a questioner. And I find myself having come up with answers to absurd questions off the cuff. Not the normal kid questions like "Why is the sky blue?" or "Where do babies come from?" I have answers for those questions. But questions like "Why is there pollution?" or "What are they saying?" when someone is speaking Japanese. The boy seems to think that I should have an encyclopedic knowledge of Japanese movie monsters from the 1950s and 60s. Or even worse he wants to know how they made the bugs so big in those fifties giant bug movies. He really does love the primitive animation. By the end of some days I wish he would just shut up and go play video games like a normal kid.