Questions, Questions, Questions

Today found my children ill with a bug (again) and full of questions! We were on our way to the doctor and Frick talked the whole time, or shall I say asked every question under the sun.

“Mama, is that the hosabul I was borned?”

“Mama, can we go to Chuckie Cheese?”

“Mama, why?”

Tonight while I was tucking the sickies in bed, Frick asks the best questions of all. I told the boys (as I do every night) how I thanked God for them everyday.

Frick– Mama, where’s God?

me– He’s in Heaven and everywhere.

Frick– Is He at Wal-Mart?

me– Yes. He’s everywhere.

Frick– Is He at the North Pole?

me– Yes.

Frick– With Santa and Frosty?

me– Yes.

Frick– With Frosty’s children?

me– (with a smile) Absolutely.

We are really having a time with these ‘phases’ the boys are going through. But this one takes the cake. This was priceless!

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. hyperactivelu
    Jan 25, 2008 @ 13:13:50

    Ha! Too cute! Bubbie’s thing is to ask which way to where ever we are going…. Momma are we going this way? What is that way? Is the park that way? And on and on and on….. 🙂

  2. Heather
    Jan 25, 2008 @ 15:23:41

    That’s hysterical. My 4yo recently came home with this gem “Jesus protects our knees.”
    What from?
    “The rocks”
    The best I can tell they did some sort of skit in Sunday School.

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