I'll admit it. This morning, I didn't just avoid a tough conversation with my 5-year-old, I ran from it like JD Salinger from a camera.
Keep in mind, she had only been up for 3 minutes before she popped the question. She was groggy. A little cranky. It's the time of morning usually reserved for, "What's for breakfast?" followed by her whining about my answer.
So imagine my surprise when she sprung this question:
5-year-old: Daddy, who do you believe made the earth? God or the big boom?
Me: Ummmm.... What do you think?
I poured the cereal and milk, set it in front of her, and started to unload the dishwasher.
5-year-old: Daddy, who do you think made the earth!? God or the big bam?
Now, keep in mind when you're judging me that I tried to give an honest answer. I really did.
Me: You know, honey, I don't know.
5-year-old: Daddy, just tell me!
Me: I did, honey. I don't know the answer to that question.
5-year-old: Daaaddddyyyyy, just tellllll me!
Me: Who wants strawberries?
5-year-old: Daddy, who made the earth?! God or the big boom?!
Me: Oh, I don't know. Probably the big boom, honey. Maybe both did.
5-year-old: I don't like blueberries.
Me: I know. That's why I didn't give you any.
Me: Where did you hear about that?
5-year-old: Hear about what?
Me: Were you talking about who made the earth with someone?
5-year-old: Yes, Amelia asked me.
Me: Why did she ask you?
5-year-old: Because I was reading a book about the earth.
5-year-old: Did you know the earth is really old?
Me: It is? Like, how old?
5-year-old: Like, 100 years. A hundred thousand years.
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