We’re in the car, and the kids are telling each other jokes.
Rory asks, “Will, which came first? The chicken or the egg?”
I can’t help but chime in.
“Rory, that’s almost a serious question – really. Which one do you think came first?”
Rory, completely serious, replies, “I know the answer to that one. It’s easy. The chicken.”
I fire back: “But if chickens come from eggs, and eggs come from chickens, how do you explain that?”
“It’s easy. The chicken’s adopted.”
I cannot wait until Rory becomes a philosophy teacher in University.
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