Kids !

Just  before I was deployed to Iraq , I sat my eight-

year-old son down and  broke the news to him. 
"I'm going to be away for a long  time," I told him.

"I'm going to Iraq .."   "Why?" he asked. "Don't you

know there's a war going on over there?"


On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my

grandson innocently said to my son, "Dad, I  know

babies come from mommies' tummies,  but how

do they get there in the first place?"  After my son

hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally
spoke up in disgust, "You don't  have to  make up

something, Dad.  It's okay if  you don't know the  

answer."