My five year old was asking me questions today. Now, if you’ve ever had a five year old, you will understnad that statement. He wasn’t asking A question, he was asking me questions……Mommy, why does the sun shine during the day, but not at night? Mommy, why is a jedi’s lightsabor sometimes red? Mommy, why can’t I have popsicles for breakfast? Mommy, where does God live? You know, questions that I can’t really give a good answer to….one after another.

Then he asked me a question I could answer, but I wouldn’t.

Mommy, do wishes really come true?