Yesterday while driving home from Jack's school, he asked me where the policeman was. I said, "I don't know. Where do you think he was?" (I say this a lot now after I run out of answers to the 84 who-what-when-where-and-why questions he asks on the commute home). He said, "I don't know either. Maybe he was at the donut place."
And tonight, while sitting on the potty, he told me that Peter and Jesus walk on water.
The extent of his knowledge astounds me.
