And The Answer Is . . .

These are the kinds of questions I get asked on any given day.

All day.

Can we go to the dollar store?

Does Jesus have a head?

What are we going to eat for breakfast?

Where is my dragon?

Can we watch a show?

Can we go swimming?

What are we going to eat for lunch?

When is lunch?

Why do I have to wear a seat belt?

What does “insatiable” mean?

Can you kill this spider?

What’s for dinner?

Can we eat macaroni & cheese?

What is a hornet?

Can you scratch my back?

Why do you think God made me so hungry?

What does a turtle eat?

Can we look up a video about killer whales?

Did you know sharks eat seals too?

When will you die Mommy?

Can I have a snack?

Can you button these?

Where is my blanket?

When we go to heaven can we play with dinosaurs?

Where’s Eagle?

Why do we have to brush our teeth?

Can I have a lollipop?

What are we going to do tomorrow?

Can you cuddle with me?

Can we play Slaps?

Whose day is it?

Can I sit beside Otto in the car?

Does God have feet?

And on and on and on and so forth and so on into infinity.