"Dada, why's the sky blue?"

"Um....because it's the suns favorite color"

Tyler thought this over while he and Blaine drove home from kindergarten. He looked out the window before getting another brainstorm.

"Dada, why do birds sing but don't talk?"

"Uh....because that's a nicer way to get your point across."

Blaine didn't understand how a kid could come up with this stuff but he went with it. Though he had to admit, the questions were getting tougher to pass off.

"Dada?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"Do you love Papa?"

"Of course I do! Why would you ask that?"

"Just wonderin'"

Blaine laughed, he was so curious about everything. Tyler was on his way to becoming a philosopher by the age of 7.

"Dada, where do babies come from?"

"Fuck" Blaine whispered under his breath

 "What? Dada tell meeeeeeeeee!" Tyler started laughing

"I said, I wonder if Ty wants ice-cream?"

"Yay! Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!" The little boy chanted

If Kurt was angry about spoiling Tyler, he would have to deal with it. Blaine wasn't touching that any time soon.