Questions from the Backseat

One thing Jerry and I have learned is that we always need to be on our toes when it comes to questions from the girls as we are driving down the road. For instance, on a recent Sunday, Gracie's voice pipes up from the backseat:

"Momma, what's hail?"

"Well. . ." I start, formulating my best answer on meteorology when she continues,

"You know, where you go if you don't go to heaven."

"Oh! Well, first off, I know we've been in Oklahoma for awhile, but the word is hell, not hail. Rhymes with bell, like a jingle bell. Okay? Well, the Bible says it is a lake of fire. . ." and we are off, briefly discussing all her questions about hell in the two miles we drive to church.

After church we get in the van to go home and Gracie's inquisitive voice comes again from the backseat:

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." I reply, taking a deep breath and waiting to see what weighty subject we have now.

"What color is a burp?" Gracie asks.

"Ummm. I don't know. I guess I imagine it's a greenish-yellow color." I reply, hesitatingly.

"No," she says gleefully, "It's BURPle!!!"

You just never know what's coming next. . .