If I had a dime for every question my son has asked me over the years, I can assure you that Bill Gates would no longer be the richest man in the world.
Here’s another sampling of what’s been on my son’s mind in recent weeks.
“When you were growing up, did YouTube only show videos in black and white?” Yes, that’s true. And our smart phones had rotary dial, too. Man, was it ever hard to send a text!
“What’s the difference in first degree and second degree murder?” Um, why do you want to know.
“Do they have the death penalty in Arkansas”? I’m not sure I like where this is going . . .
“Who has the worst team in college basketball? Uhhhhhhh, I’m sure that I have no idea . . .
“How does a whoopee cushions work?” Uhhhhh. Am I supposed to know this one . . .
“Who are the presidents on Mount Rushmore?” OK, I know I’m supposed to know this one . . .
“What’s the difference in a violin and a fiddle?” Hey, I don’t think that was a question on the Dad Entrance Exam I had to take.
“Can we order a pizza and watch Sharknado?” Well, actually that does sound like a typical Friday night at our house.
“Can we play catch with the baseball?” Sure, that sounds fun.
“Can we play basketball?” What, are you trying to wear out your dad?
“Can we play soccer?” Ok, I think you’ve proven that you’re young, and I’m old.
“Do you think caramel apples would taste better with chocolate?” Hey, I think you might be on to something . . .