My 3 year old is constantly asking me questions for which I have no answer. She is quite aware of her surroundings, and very bright.
Today she was listening to a song about how sunset is the end of the day, and she asked me, “When will the days end?”
I answer: “Uhm. When the sun goes down?”
Claire: “No, all the days. When do they stop?”
I told her that we don’t know, we’re not supposed to know.
“Does Jesus know?”
“I guess, maybe. Maybe Buddha and Quan Yin know, too. But it’s not something we know.”
A few weeks ago, she asked me if our lives here are just a story. You know, like maybe we’re just all actors in a drama that eventually ends with happily ever after.
I think I’m going to need some help with this kid.
