“What is hair made from?” “Do lizards go to heaven?” “Why do we stop at red lights?” “Who’s your mom’s mom?” “Why do I have to tell Jesus what I did wrong when He already knows?” In our house with six kids, a menagerie of outside pets, and two often exhausted parents, our kids’ questions kept us on our toes and sometimes pushed me to the edge. Questions ranged from cute to confounding.
When Kids Ask Too Many Questions
When Kids Ask Too Many Questions
When Kids Ask Too Many Questions
“What is hair made from?” “Do lizards go to heaven?” “Why do we stop at red lights?” “Who’s your mom’s mom?” “Why do I have to tell Jesus what I did wrong when He already knows?” In our house with six kids, a menagerie of outside pets, and two often exhausted parents, our kids’ questions kept us on our toes and sometimes pushed me to the edge. Questions ranged from cute to confounding.