Kids are notorious for asking hard questions. Probably the first question a parent may dread is: where do babies come from?
Answering these tough questions is not what bothers me. Usually, I am more stumped by why is that child asking that question.
For example, tonight at supper, Third Son asked:
"Mom, do you know how to get ketchup stains out of a shirt?"
If we had ketchup on the table, and if said child was one to even eat ketchup, the reason why he asked that would have been a no-brainer. But there wasn't any ketchup in the near vincinity.
His grandfather who is visiting us right now, asked if Third Son had gotten a stain.
Actually, after a second, I figured out why he was asking. Third Son wrote a script about the American Revolution. He wanted to use ketchup to simiulate blood for the battle scenes.
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