Questions, questions...

There's no such thing as a dumb question. Right? The only stupid question is the one not asked. Right?

Clearly, that's the philosophy of a certain uninhibited 4-year-old in our family. Here's a sampling of some of the questions he's asked recently.

• He obviously was paying attention during communion as the wine was being passed out, because he looked at Jeff and asked, "Daddy, why are they giving you blood?"
• Perhaps an indication that I don't dress up often enough; when AJ saw me getting ready to go out in dress, nylons and high heels, he ran over, rubbed my calves and asked, "Mommy, what's that black stuff on your legs?"
• As he slowly woke one morning from an apparently deep sleep, he stretched, smiled and asked, "Did you like the song in my dream?"
• And he's already showing an awareness for one of life's great injustices. He wants to know, "Why isn't chocolate healthy?"

Inquisitive minds are good. Now if only I could come up with some good answers for him.