As you probably know by now, my son usually has a lot of questions. Usually more questions than I have answers for. I guess what I should really fear is the day he’s the one giving me answers.
In the meantime, here’s a sample of what’s been on his mind lately.
“Can we have pizza for supper.” Ummmmm, not tonight.
My son’s quest for information is never ending.
“If a person is found innocent, does that mean the person who accused them goes to jail?” Um, I think this one is above my pay grade.
“Can I help you cook?” Yes! Always.
“What’s 254 times 4?” Ummmmm, I probably need a calcula –
“Can we get a pizza?” No, we better have something here tonight.
“Do you think I’ll be a good father?” Yes. There’s no doubt in my mind.
“Can we watch the Superbowl together?” Absolutely!
“If we buy some cookies at a food auction, how much do we have to pay?”
“Doesn’t pizza sound good to you?” How about if I give you a piece of bread with some Ragu and cheese on it . . .
“Can you count out 100 chocolate chips for me?” Ummmmmm. I’m confused.
“Is most of what we say questions? Because it seems like it is.” Now THERE’S a question I know the answer to!
Holding together the jello 