Crack

Last week, Brooks was in the midst of asking me 100 questions as I picked him up from the sitter.  He asked me why he has bones in his body.  Earlier that day, he was inquiring about his knee, and how it worked.  I tried my best to answer.  Then, he said, "Why me have crack?"  I said, "What kind of crack?"  He said, "Crack me go potty with."  I said, "Well, because God made it that way."  He knew it was a silly question and felt ashamed.  I quickly reassured him that he can ask me any question he wants.  I don't want to squash his curiosity!