“Alrighty, gang, we have to stop for gas real quick,” Frank Jenkins said, pulling the SUV he found to be just a tad too large, into the gas station.
“Dad,” his oldest son, seven years, Theodore, started. Frank knew the tone as one that came with a very lengthy question. “Why do cars need gas?”
“Well,” Frank started, relived that the question was actually fairly easy, “engines need gas to run. Gas is a fuel, which is burned to help the car move.”
“Oh,” Theodore was content with the answer. “What is the engine made of?”
“An engine is made of smaller components that come together to make the whole unit, but I think you’re asking a different question so I’ll answer with…metal?” Frank hoped he answered the query correctly.
“Oh,” The curious seven year old replied.
“Dad!” The highly enthusiastic three year old of the family, Hyde, shout asked his opening question, “what are people made of?”
Frank stared at Hyde, trying not to laugh. “You should ask you mother.” He looked to Elene in the passenger seat, smiled and quickly jumped out of the car to begin fueling.