This morning at breakfast, Adam asked some question that I really didn't know how to answer.
Adam: What is skin made of?
Me: I don't know how God makes skin, but it's really cool isn't it?
Adam: What do you think is in there that makes it change shape? (As he is pulling at the skin on his knuckles)
Me: (giving up) I really don't know.
He makes me think...
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