"Mommy...do you sometimes wish I was a giraffe?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"Because they are very quiet and don't ask questions. I ask a lot of questions."
And she does. She asks a lot of questions.
Recently, at the dinner table she let out a frustrated sigh.
"There are two things I don't know. I don't know how God made the world and I don't know where babies come from."
Maybe I do wish she was a giraffe.