My daughter-in-law is having health problems and my husband and I are keeping the three grandchildren. My youngest grandson is two. He’ll be three at the end of May.
Last night, my husband boiled chicken and was taking it off the bone. The two-year-old climbed on a chair in the kitchen to watch him.
“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to the bones.
“That’s the bones,” my husband answered.
“Why do chickens have bones?” he asked.
“The bones help the chicken stand and walk.”
“Why do they stand?”
“That’s the way God made them,” my husband answered.
“Why did God make them that way?”
My husband sighed. “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask God.”
“I can’t. God’s not here.”
My husband laughed at this point and the conversation ended. It could have continued like this:
“God is here.”
“Why is God here?”
“Because he loves us.”
“Why does God love us?”