Given that my days are filled with writing, teaching, and managing our household, I spend a lot of my time asking questions. My question range from wondering about the meaning of life, to wondering just how so many disgusting things can come out of such small, furry beings. And why do we let them live with us, again?
But I am only one person, and so obviously I alone cannot formulate all the questions that need to be posed about our human existence.
This fact was brought home to me last night as my husband and I were watching an old episode of “Top Gear”, because I realized that never in life had it occurred to me to ask,
“Can a nun drive a monster truck?”
So clearly, in an effort to meet this evolutionary need, that is why God made boys.