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!