Well, I'm not yet in the position to share amusing anecdotes how as the adult I deal with the kid's questions. But I remember quite clearly how I one time bombarded my mother with my endless questions when I was probably less than 5 years old, while she was cooking dinner.
Small me : Ma, what are you cooking?
Ma : I'm cooking chicken for dinner.
Small me : Why do you have to cook?
Ma : I cook so we can eat dinner lorh...
Small me : Can everything be eaten?
Ma : Yes, as long as you know how to cook it, you can eat it.
Small me : So if you know how to cook, you can everything?
Ma : Yes.
Small me : Can we eat a horse?
Ma : Yes.
Small me : A car leh?
Ma : Yes.
Small me : Car also can? (At this point, my brain started to go sure boh...)
Ma : Yes, if you know how to cook, you can. (Wahh... my own mother... still dowan to give up on her lie...)
Small me : House also can ah?
Ma : Yes.
Waah... my mother ah...
