Abram, my youngest very inquisitive grandson who is in PreK, asked a poignant question the other day in these exact terms: “Is being an adult boring?”

This is the same grandchild who asked me a few months ago if I was old, to which my firstborn grandson quickly replied, “No, she’s not old.”

I felt good for five whole seconds with the elder’s sweet response until he turned to me and asked me, “By the way, how old are you, Mamaw? Seventy-four?” It’s a good thing I love that kid!

I considered the first question mentioned above outstanding and very deserving of an answer, even if somewhat challenging. (The second one not so much.) This, however, was not the end to Abram’s quest for knowledge.

“Do chickens poop their eggs out?” he quizzed me while we were checking for eggs in the henhouse.

“Yes,” I quickly assured him, “they do.” That was an easy one because the answer was obvious without any gray areas. In a sense, chickens do ‘poop their eggs out’. He was very satisfied with that and went on about his fiveyear-old business.

“Where does God live?” the same adorable cherub wondered aloud in yet another question.

After I explained about God’s domain, he continued, “Why can’t we see Him?” “He’s invisible,” I replied.

That brought on another whole set of quizzing to which I did my best to answer in fiveyear-old vernacular including an in-depth discussion on what it means when something is invisible — like the wind.

This is the same little boy who last year started carrying his ‘bible book’ around everywhere he went and reading it aloud while it was propped upside down on his lap. One of those bible reading sessions went something like this, “Jesus says get baptized and get the Holy Ghost and no whipping Abram.”

This boy was on fire! (Like he knew what a ‘whipping’ was!) Afterall, it’s hard to defy some- thing that’s written in the scripture! He’s a genius – a future little Aristotle! My baby!

Sometimes the questions are very sobering coming from such a little fellow, like the time he looked at me very seriously and asked, “Mamaw, are you going to die one day?”

“Maybe one day,” I assured him, “but not anytime soon.” “I don’t want you to,” he said ending the conversation.

Last week he had a new one for me, “Can I have a little horse? The neighbors have one and I need one.”

Easy answer: “Go ask your daddy.”

Like all little fellows, Abram is growing up way too quickly and amassing a wealth of knowledge one question at a time. We are doing our best to keep up with his curiosity and give him good, solid answers to grow on. No doubt, he’ll have hundreds more questions to ask which will stretch our old boring brains in search of the right responses.

In the meantime, I’m still pondering if being an adult is boring. Sometimes? Every now and then? Occasionally? Never? Only on Mondays?

I’ll let you know when I come up with a good answer and after I run it by Abram and see what he thinks.