The Liguorian
A young boy once approached his father to ask, “Dad, why does the wind blow?”, to which the father responded, “I don’t know, son.”
“Dad, where do the clouds come from?”
“I’m not sure, son.”
“Dad, what makes a rainbow?”
“No idea, son.”
“Dad, do you mind me asking you all these questions.?”
“Not at all, son. How else are you going to learn?”