It’s as if they conspire together to avoid the inevitable “lights out”: one wants a drink of water, one needs a Motrin, one’s too hot, one wants a story, one wants to inquire about tomorrow’s weather…and I have one child (I’ll let you guess which) who comes up with some really random questions when I’m trying to get out of the room. Here are a few examples:
- Mom, do you understand the Book of Revelation? You know, the seven trumpets and the seven plagues and that stuff? ‘Cause I don’t get it.
- Mom, what is it about a woman getting married that makes her pregnant?
- Mom, is “buttocks” long for “butt”?
- Mom, how does a baby get out of the mama?
- Mom, why are the bald guys in wrestling always so much stronger than the ones with hair?
There are some questions that I just can’t answer. Like about the bald guys–who knew?
UPDATE:
To Grandma: Grandma, where do babies come from? Because Kendall and I came from North Carolina and I’m not sure if they all come from there.
To Daddy: Daddy, why are some men obsessed with women in bathing suits?