My six-year-old son asked me a six-year-old son kind of question the other day: ‘Dad, are clouds made out of fluff?’
After I chuckled (to myself as much as possible so the poor kid didn’t feel bad) and then composed myself, I offered a response in line with the ones Calvin’s father used to give in the Calvin and Hobbes comic strips.
I’m sure to him it sounded like a perfectly educated and very accurate response. It was most definitely neither of those, but the exchange made me smile just the same.
I love the quirky questions the boys ask me. For now, they actually believe the answers I give them, too. Bonus!
I know the day is coming when they won’t believe them, or worse, won’t care to ask. So I just try to enjoy moments like this one while they last 🙂
Have a great day.
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