I have stated here on this blog several time in the past that HT likes to ask the question "Why?" and that he often asks it repeatedly. I do try to answer his questions but I must admit that I can grow weary of them and every time I answer one he comes up with several follow up questions that sometimes . . . well it seems impossible to give him a satisfactory answer.
Lately I have been writing some of the questions down and I present them here today for your enjoyment and if any of you all can give me any pointers or perhaps give answering some of these questions a shot I would love your input.
"Mama, do spiders like mud? Do dey?"
"I don't know I've never asked a spider."
"Because I'm big, spiders are little.
"Well if you're in da Thing-A-Majigger, you get small and den you can ask dem!"
"Mama, why don't spiders like water? Why?"
"I suppose they don't like getting their hair wet."
"Why can spiders hold lots of things? Why?"
"Maybe because they have eight legs."
"Why do dey have eight legs? Why?"
"So they can hold lots of things."
"Mama, do bugs need glasses? Do dey?"
"Because they don't know how to read."
"What about when dey get old?"
"Mama, have you ever seen an ant poop?"
"Um . . . no, nor do I want too.
"Mama, what kind of blood do butterflies have?"
"Mama, do flowers need blood?"
"No, they need sunshine and rain."
"Mama, why do bananas need seeds? Why?"
"So they can grow more bananas."
"Mama, do big and taller boys be obedient?"
"Yes they do. At least they're supposed to."
"Well I should smack dat other idea right out of my head!"
"Mama, do ghosts eat dust? Do dey?"
"No, ghosts don't eat anything."
"Why not? What do dust eat?"
"Mama, what happens when people are swimming in da ocean, reading a book and teaching people how to read and get sucked down by a swirly-whirl?"
"They would probably drown."
"How come some swirly-whirls are big and some are little? I never see'd a big one."
"Mama, what's Gods phone number?"
"God doesn't have a phone number we can talk to him anytime. That's what we are doing when we pray, talking to God."
"No, Mama, what's his phone number!?"
"Mama, why does sometimes when you bend over God sees your butt? God can see through houses. Did ya know dat? Somebody told me dat but I can't remember who."
I asked him the other day why he asks so many questions and he told me, "God gives me questions at da night!"