Questions kids ask

Years ago, I vaguely remember a show called, “Kids say the Darndest Things”, hosted by Bill Cosby, I believe. I remember thinking how quick and witty those little kids were, without even trying. It almost seemed too funny to be real…until we had a couple of quick, witty kids of our own. Lately, though, instead of answering those questions about life, our boys have been the ones doing the asking. Sometimes scientific, sometimes philosophical, and sometimes in a category all their own, the questions these kids ask can really keep a mom on her toes.

Brisco: Who is stronger, Superman or Spiderman?
Me: Hmm. What a question. Let me see. Superman can fly, but Spiderman has sticky webs that he shoots out of his wrists. I’d say it’s a tie.

Brisco: (With a little nervousness in his voice.) Mom, do you only have to go to “Scare School” if you’re something like a ghost?”
Me: Oh baby, that’s just for Casper.

Brisco: Is John like the king or something?
Me: No, honey. He’s the preacher.

Brisco: Do me and Cooper have wifes?
Me: Not yet, but you will someday when you get big.
Brisco: How many will we have?
Me: Just one a piece. That’ll be enough.

(While looking at online pictures of 40 inches of snow)
Me: See how much snow they got in Maryland?
Brisco: Where’s Maryland?
Me: It’s another state, like Oklahoma is a state. See the igloo they built?
Brisco: What’s an igloo?
Me: It’s where the Eskimos live.
Brisco: What’s an Eskimo?
Me: They are like Indians. They live in Alaska.
Brisco: Then what are they doing in Maryland?

Cooper: How many RBI’s can you get in a game?
Cooper: Why didn’t he steal second base?
Cooper: Are the Yankees on TV today?

How long till Christmas?
How long till summer?
How long till my birthday?
How many is several?

Brisco: (While watching the real Pink Panther): “Why can’t that man say ‘phone’?”

Brisco: Am I ever gonna have a baby in my belly?
Me: Nope.
Brisco: Why?
Me: Cause God gave that job to women. Men weren’t made to have babies in their bellies.
Brisco: What about when I get big?
Me: Nope. Never gonna happen.
Brisco: (Lets out a sigh, with a sad, pouting face.)
Me: Don’t be sad, Bubba. This is good news for you.

Brisco: Will Uncle Max ever come back to the earth?
Me: No, baby, he won’t.
Brisco: Can he see us right now?
Me: I think that maybe he can.

And the question that both begins and ends every road trip ever taken with children under age 13: “Are we there yet?”

And that’s All in a day’s work!