I'll Tell You When You're Older

My daughter has brought me to tears a lot lately. Via laughter. She asks questions about everything and wants to know everything about everything. If she doesn't like the answer she'll debate it with you - right now she argues that God did NOT make the entire world in 7 days - that is just too much stuff and he would get tired and sweaty and need a nap. Makes no difference that God is amazing and He did take a rest, on day number 7. In Allie's mind - no way not possible. She also thinks God makes flashlights (and all of her toys - He did make Everything, you know...)

The other day folding laundry she asked why daddy had "pockets in his underwear" and just thinks it's the neatest thing that he has pockets in his underwear. "Just because" is not an acceptable answer. I can't remember how that question was handled...something about the pockets being for very special things LOL.

Last night my husband was unclogging the bathroom sink drain (fun job I know) and I hear him yell that there's a full piece of gum in there. Allie comes running out of the bathroom to tell me that she apparently spit her gum out in the sink. Oh really Allie, was it you?!

Then she started digging through all the contents pulled out from under the sink. Naturally she came across some feminine hygiene products (I did just have a kid you know) and she totes out a package to ask me what it is. She's looking at the picture on the front asking all kinds of questions beginning with "are they for..." as I sit in tears of laughter saying "Nope. Nope. Nope." it was clear she was going to keep guessing (and she was getting very creative with her guesses) so finally I drew a close to the fun and laughter by telling her I would tell her when she was older. And not before.

I can't wait to see if she'll remember that conversation when she is older. Because I guarantee we will laugh again just as hard. Sometimes I have to tell her to just enjoy being 4, soon enough you'll be grown up and know all these things.