Mummy, does God have a moustache?

I love the questions and comments children make in their infinite innocence. Some of my favourites follow:

"Don't be sad that Great Grannie is in heaven, Mummy - you can still e-mail her"

"Mummy, the man on the TV said we have to call this toll free number NOW! Right NOW!"

"Mummy, the sign says: NEW BUSINESS PARK COMING SOON .. No fair! Does that mean ONLY business people can play there?"

"Mummy, Laurel just told me how babies are made... It's really gross. Do I HAVE to do that when I grow up?"

One night, while tucking my son into bed he threw his arms around me and said, "Oh Mummy - I love you! You smell JUST like sausages..." (quite a compliment since sausages were his favourite food at the time)

At 4 years old my youngest asked me for a cookie, and I said "What's the magic word, sweetie?" He seemed puzzled, looked around, shrugged and said, "I dunno ... WINDOW...?" Clearly, I'd failed to impart to him the magical quality of the word 'please'...