Some of you have experienced the joyous questions my son asks and to which I have no answers. To remind you, we have so far encountered:
Today I was asked who the third person on our planet was. “You mean ever?” “I mean, after the first two.” “Adam and Eve?” “Yes.” “The third person was Cain, their son.” “But was there a girl?” “I don’t know, I think so.” “Because, even if there was a girl, was she Cain’s sister?” “I don’t know, son.” “No, seriously Dad, if you only have one woman and one man, and then they have a son, how did other people get here? Did God make other people?” “It doesn’t say so in the Torah, son, so I don’t know.”
Massive look of disappointment at his father who can’t answer the question behind the question.