Several weeks ago I mentioned to the boys that they needed to be grateful for their food because there are children in Africa who don't have any (how many times have you used the same sincere tactic?). It sparked a myriad of questions that ignited tonight over dinner. I was bombarded:
Mom, why do children in Africa only eat mush?
Why don't they have fruits and vegetables?
I want to take them some good food.
Can I give them some of my money in savings?
What are their houses made of?
Are they made of sticks? or wood?
Are there places in Africa that aren't poor?
Why aren't their parents making more money so they can eat better?
Why don't they just move?
What kind of shoes do they have?
Can I buy them some shoes to send to them?
Are there places in Africa that look like America?
Are there rich places in Africa?
Why don't they just eat animals…there are tons of animals in Africa?
What do they sleep on?
And then when they had exhausted this subject…I heard,
Did you know that one billion people live in Iceland?
And that's just one dinner conversation!
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