My kids ask a lot of questions. I suppose theyre not much different than other kids… but goodness, some of their questions are hard! I don’t know how far away the moon is, how radios work or what plastic is made of. I just don’t. (it’s a sad day when you realize your three year old is coming up with questions that you yourself have never even thought of…that’s when I knew I was in trouble.)
We came up with a brilliant strategy to answer the question…. “Why don’t we call Uncle Frank and ask him.”
Soon my son proclaimed that Uncle Frank was way smarter than us. Fine by me. What he didn’t realize was that Uncle Frank (before his own children came along & he had more time) came up with these elaborate explanations that made absolutely no sense in real life, but to a three year old were incredibly fascinating and satisfying.
We also had a phrase we used when the questions got to be too much… by the 50th question, we’d answer with, “Goonie-goo-goo.” (I believe we have Eddie Murphy to thank for that phrase)
As they’ve gotten older, the questions have gotten more complicated. Still, I try to answer them honestly and in a way that will satisfy them… at least long enough to distract them with something shiny.
Question: Why do you and Daddy sleep in the same bed?
Answer: Because it was cheaper than buying two beds.
Question: Can a girl marry a girl?
Answer: In some states, yes.
See how that works?