My kids are very curious. Extremely curious. I love that about them....sort of.
They are tiny clean slates...so inquisitive about the world around them. They spend most of their days shooting off questions to me, left and right....so quickly, in fact, that I can't always think of the perfect answer.
I lay in bed at night stressing about this, wondering if they'll think I'm lame someday because I don't have the answers to some of life's most basic questions. Why can't they ask me simple and uncomplicated questions like "why do cookies taste so good?" and "what exactly is a borderline personality disorder?"
Here's their latest series of questions, along with my weak attempt at answering them...
Why does it rain? Remember when I told you that the angels cry when a child picks his nose? Well, today there must be a whole lotta kids picking their noses.
Where does our poop go when we flush the toilet? It goes into the sewer system...you know, where Roddy St James lives. And I think some of it goes into the ocean...you know, where Nemo and Dori live.
Why is the sky blue? Because blue is God's favorite color.
How did He make the sky blue? With a really big paintbrush.
Who decided that grass should be green? God did...only because he ran out of blue paint
Do boys have brains? So I've been told
Why do people get married? Ask your father
How did God make people? He used a huge batch of playdough
Is God like Superman? Yeah, except He doesn't wear a speedo and tights
What would happen if we never slept? Mommies all over the world would be devastated
Why do we have boogers in our nose? In case you ever get stranded on a deserted island, you'll have something to eat
Does everyone have a butt crack? Yes, everyone except Frosty the Snowman
Memorable conversation of the day:
Bella: Cole, why does that happen?
Cole: Because it happens.
Bella: Oh, okay.
OM and Ohms
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