The other day, when we were having one of those “Why is the sky blue?” discussions, I admitted to my daughter that I didn’t know the answer to a lot of her questions, that I would probably never know the answer to those questions, and she shouldn’t try to stump me before I’ve had my morning cup of coffee. She pondered this and said, perfectly seriously, “Oh. You don’t know everything in the world.” As if this had just occurred to her. Then, with a sigh, “Well, at least I know a lot.”
I think I detect a budding teenager . . . .