Mom, What Color Is My Brain?


My son Lincoln who is four years old has really exploded with curiosity the past few weeks. The number of questions he asks in a day are unimaginable and to even try to figure out where he comes up with the things he asks would be useless.

For example, I was reading and soaking in a hot bath the other morning (When I wake up cold it is the only way to warm up my body for the day!). The kids are pretty good at giving me a little time when they know I am in the tub, but Lincoln really had to go potty so I pulled the curtain and told him to come in. Little did I know, he had to go the kind of potty that requires taking off all of his clothing and sitting on the throne for fifteen minutes…had I known that I would have sent him downstairs! So he is sitting there with his little legs sticking out in front of him and his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands and he begins this series of questions:

Lincoln: Mom, can you float?

Me: I can float on my back if I really concentrate, but probably not while I have a baby in my tummy.

Lincoln: Can dogs float?

Me: Hmmm, I guess it depends on what kind of dog.

Lincoln: Do cars float?

Me: No Lincoln, they are really heavy so they sink.

Lincoln: If you are in a car and it goes in the water would you sink too?

Me: Uhhh, ya. If the car is sinking and you are in it then you would sink too.

Lincoln: Would you die if you were in the car and it [sinked]?

Me: Well, you might if you don’t hurry and get out.

Lincoln: Would it sink even if the windows are closed?

Me: It might float for a few seconds, but it would eventually sink.

Lincoln: So if I am in a car and it starts to sink I need to get out?

Me: Yes bud, I think that would be a really good idea.

Lincoln: Ohhhhhhh. (like it has all come together and he finally “gets it?)

Lincoln: Mom. What’s under streets?

It goes on and on!! I get a kick out of it, but I have to admit it can get tiring by the end of the day. Brett and I were driving home with the kids the other day and he went on a question asking binge and every question he asked started with, “Mom….” and we busted up every time. I tried to answer to the best of my ability, but what do you say when asked “If Heavenly Father made our brains, then who made Heavenly Father’s brain?”


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