THE FACTORY
This weekend my daughter was in question mode. While eating a hamburger she inspected it, and then asked? "Mommy, where do burgers come from?"
"That's easy, from a cow," I respond.
Then we were out apple picking and following our 45 minute walk through the orchards where we picked some pretty lame fruit because the crowds had beaten us to the great produce, my daughter asked:
"Mommy, which came first, the apple or the apple tree?"
You try to answer that one...it's kind of hard to figure out.
Then, following our apple picking extravaganza, we headed to a diner, where my daughter, who was enjoying her spaghetti slathered in butter sauce, peered over at my son's hot dog and asks me her inquisitive question of the day:
"Mommy, where do frankfurters come from?"
I give her a look, figuring she already knew the answer and reply, "Come on, it's the same place that hamburgers come from."
"A factory?"
Technically yes, but jeez, whatever happened to easy questions anyway!
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Posted in: Blog, Kiddy Commentary on 10/16/2006
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