Questioningly.

The questions, they come every day. Good ones. Deep ones. Ones that aren't always easy to answer. My mission is to always be approachable, to be honest, and to answer what he needs to know. His train, it goes the way of believing in multiple Gods, a Santa for "each village," and wildness that stems from a box or a switch in his mind where also the Hulk sometimes resides, throwing bowling balls at his chest. The questions, they come every day.



Of those today, here are but two:


1. "Mama, could you die if you didn't ever poop?"

2. "Do prisoners sometimes get killed? In prison? By the master of the prison?"


Hold on tight. This parenting gig is a helluva ride.