Say What?

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In regard to children, sometimes the answer to a question, is a question.



Question:
               Where do babies come from?
Answer:
               Where do you think they come from?
Kid Answer:
                Love and Dads.
Exactly...and sometimes too much wine at Thanksgiving dinner.
                                                                                                                                 


Question:
               Why did you and dad lock your bedroom door?
Answer:
                Why do you think we did?
Kid Answer:
                    To wrap my Birthday present.
Exactly.
                                                                                                                               


Question:
              What are corn dogs made of?
Answer:
             What do you think they're made of?
Kid Answer:
                    Pancakes and sausage.
Exactly. 
                                                                                                                              
Question:
              Is that the REAL Santa at the mall?
Answer:
             What do you think?
Kid Answer:
              Kind of.  I think it's his decoy.
Exactly...whew! The magic lives for another year.
                                                                                                                              
Question:
              Why do people go to church?
Answer:
              Why do you think they go to church?
Kid Answer:
               To sing songs that make them feel good. I would sing, Hey Soul Sister.
Okay...so we do not attend church, obviously. 
                                                                                                                                 
Question:
               Who's older, you or dad?
Answer:
               Who do you think is older?
Kid Answer:
                Dad. He is taller than you.
Exactly. And you will make a fine husband one day, young padawan...






Moral:
There are stupid questions and stupid answers and they go together like wine and cheese.

            
 

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