And the questions just keep coming...

While looking at pictures of marine life on her juice box (yeah, I don't know what fish have to do with apple juice either.)

Her: What's that?
Me: A crab.
Her: A crab?
Me: Yeah, a crab.
Her: What do crabs eat?
Me: Ugghhh... Let's ask daddy.

Dinner conversation in which I just finished explaining that Auntie Bobbie Jo and Uncle Matthew are Luke's mom and dad.

Her: Where is Luke?
Me: He's at Grandma Angie's house.
Her: Bobbie Jo there?
Me: Yes. His mama and daddy are both there.
Her: Where's your mama and daddy? Who's your mama and daddy?
Me: [Thinking: Is she serious? Does she know what she's asking?]

While listening to frogs in our yard.

Her: I hear the frogs!
Me: I hear them, too!
Her: I can't see them.
Me: No. They're hiding
Her: Do the frogs have beds?
Me: Well...they sleep outside in the grass or under leaves.
Her: Do they want to come in my house?
Me: Probably not. They like it outside.
Her: Are they shy?
[And on and on and on.... Do they want to sit on my couch? Will they go poo-poo on my couch? What do they eat? Are they dirty? Can I touch them? ]