Booboo's Thoughts to Ponder

Booboo asks a lot of questions. This is one of my favorite qualities I have found (so far) in her.  Some questions I can answer, some I can find answers for, and some leave me dumbfounded and grasping at straws. I love doing my best to answer her questions, and I love helping her find her own answers to questions. However, sometimes, I have nothing to say. Rather, sometimes I don't know what to say. Here are some questions posed to me last week that I, at least at first, just didn't know what to say to.

1.) Hey Mom, when there's a zombiepocalypse can they break windows to get inside and eat me?
     - This question was posed to me as (I think) an attempt to stave off bedtime, because she asked me just as I kissed her little rosy cheek and tucked her into her Littlest Pet Shop themed pink puppy sheets. I tried to just say, "nope," and sneak off on the sly but that didn't go over well. Oh no, there were follow up questions, "If zombies can't break windows then why are all the windows broken in zombie movies?"

2.) Hey Mom, Cirianna brought a picture of Jesus on the bus and he was black, but at church the pictures of Jesus are white. I told her she had the wrong Jesus but she said that she didn't so which Jesus is the right Jesus?
     - Now, I don't claim to be a religious woman, but I'm pretty sure Jesus was probably not white or black. That aside, I told her that there were many different ways that people think Jesus looked like but no one could be certain because Jesus didn't have a camera. Perhaps when she is older we will discuss theories of Jesus being Ethiopian, Native American, or Arabic, or chat about blonde haired blue eyed Aryan Jesus and the included implications of white elitism. But for now, for Booboo, there's no 'right' Jesus because he didn't have a camera.

3.) Hey Mom, what's my Dad's name again?
     - This one froze me. She laughed as she said it. It was not by any means a sad moment, and before I could even exhale she moved on to a discussion about colors of unicorn poop and whether it would be color blocked or rainbow. For me, it was a moment of realization... I could say ANYONE! Hell, he wasn't a good guy, hence the whole not being around thing. I mean, she knows what he looks like and I'm (pretty) sure she really knows his name, but I didn't realize until she asked this that she hasn't seen him in about 4 years. That is a long f***ing time. That's long enough for a kid (your kid) to forget you. If I wanted to, I could make up anything, I could change the whole story and tell her a new one. I could re-write her little history. I just didn't say a damn thing and voted color blocked for unicorn poop.