Questions...

This morning in the car, I was listening to a segment on a morning show called "It Sucks To Be Me" where people call in and tell a quick story describing an incident which eventually leads to the reason why it "sucks to be them." Some of them where pretty funny....like the woman who had just bought a brand new car and hit a 300 pound wild boar on the way home from work and totaled her car...the girl who received a text message from a guy she had been dating, telling her that he had fun with her the night before, only she hadn't seen or spoken to him in several days...and the woman that went to the gas station to fill up her car, and when she got back in, she said to her husband, "Wow, it was a lot cheaper to fill our car up with diesel gas than unleaded!"...The husband responds, "But we don't have a diesel..."

So I was was all focused on the show, and Preston started asking me all kinds of questions. You know how when you're really listening to something, and your child starts talking to you, you do the whole, "Ya....uh huh...good" so that you can still hear whatever you were listening to, and you satisfy their need to receive a response? That's what I started to do when Preston was asking me questions, until I realized what he asking me. He was saying things like, "What makes a tornado?" I quickly told him it was the cold air moving in one direction mixing with the warmer air moving in another direction causing the funnel to form blah, blah, blah....okay back to the radio show....Then came, "What about an earthquake, and when they say, 'F5' on the weather when they talk about tornadoes, does that mean 'funnel', and why does God make tornadoes and earthquakes, and guns, why does God make guns?" Whoa, whoa, whoa....what? I had to turn the radio off and try to figure out what was going on in his sweet little brain. I could answer the question about the guns. I simply said that God doesn't make guns...people do, but I didn't know what to say about the tornadoes and earthquakes. I stumbled around and said something like, God makes the good and the bad weather...It's all part of life. Then he wanted to know why God would make bad things. The older the boys get, the harder the questions are to answer.

After we arrived at the school, I opened the door to get out of the car, and Preston said, "Mom, does it suck to be you?" Okay...I don't like that word coming out of his mouth, but it was too funny in the moment following all those questions. =)