Man, I don't know NOTHIN'!

It's a big, big world, and every day I'm quizzed on how much I know. I should've paid better attention in school. Apparently even if you don't go into a particular career field, if you have children, you are called on TO KNOW STUFF every. single. day. Such as:

Mama,
Why are volcanos so hot?

How big is a rocket?

How many people can fit in a rocket?

Do meteors fall into other planets, too? Not just the earth?

Mom, are we in gravel right now? Me: You mean gravity? Him: Uggghhh! (Covers face forcefully with hands in exasperation.) No! That stuff that makes you not float away. Me: Yeah. Gravity. Yeah baby, we're in gravity right now.

Why are volcanos so big? Why did God make them so big? Why do they go all the way up into the clouds?

But Mama, (more stress in the voice this time), what makes them so HOT?

Is a meteor this big (he holds up his hands and forms a circle with his fingers)? Are they bigger than our car? Are they as big as our house? Do they have fire on 'em?

Mom, I want to go to heaven right now to meet the dinosaurs. How long is it gonna be until I go to heaven? (crying) Why is it gonna take so long? I want to go right now! (I know honey. Me, too.)

Mama, what does God's voice sound like?

What would happen if lightning hit our car?

Mama, why do people study volcanos? Can we go see one? Have you ever seen a volcano? Are volcanos real? What would happen if when the people are inside to study a volcano, what would happen if it erupted? Can we go see a volcano? I want to go see inside one right now.

What would happen if the planets ran into each other? Would it make 'em crack open? And then all of the people would be floatin' in space?

Seriously, all of these questions were asked of me this morning, with the exception of the one about God's voice. {He asked me that while we were on the snack aisle (between the chips and the gum) at Wal-Mart about a week and a half ago.}

Sometimes my brain gets tired. (Ya think?)
I am a tired Supergirl.

When he was 3, in the full-blown "why's", I said to him one day while driving, "Baby, you just have to stop asking me questions for a little while. Mama's tired. My brain hurts." His response to me? "But Mama, I can't stop. I still have too much voice in my mouth."

So now he's 5. And the questions? They just keep coming. They're relentless. (Like Mondays.) And I just want to hold his little face between my hands and say "Sweetheart. Dear boy. You are a precious, precious child. But ya Mama?... She don't know nothin'!"

But how could I do that. All of his life, I've been telling him that I'm smart. He believes me.

And I just can't shatter him like that.

Anybody else ridin' this crazy bus?