A while back, I read a post by Kristen Chase on Pioneer Woman’s homeschooling section. She asked readers to share some of the everyday questions that their kids ask, and to reply in Haiku.

For the next several days, I could only think in haiku.

Thanks, Kristen!

Here are some recent questions from my kids, all in Haiku. (To be clear, their original questions weren’t in Haiku. That would have been cool, though.)

(Filler picture…)

Most of these questions are from my son, who is curious in so many ways.




Do frogs have teeth, Mom?
Are angels faster than cars?
Where’s your red Sharpie?




Why won’t you clean us
like a mama kitty does?
Can I use this knife?




Where do we come from?
Do people have gravity?
Why wear underwear?




Mom, did you know that
“cherry” does NOT rhyme with
the word “bicycle?”




Mom, do you think that
we could fit some monster tires
on our mini van?




To break the spell, I tried some iambic pentameter. Switching beats sort of feels like your brain is falling out of its spot.




I wish that I could be a penguin bird.
Do they eat fish? At least, that’s what I’ve heard.
How do they catch them with those funny fins?
I think that I’d spit out the scaly skins.

(And – by the way – here’s how they kill their krill:
Their throats are “prickle-coated,” if you will.
They slide the fishies down the backward spines.
And that is how a hungry penguin dines.)




They say that people often replace one addiction with another.




My name is Debbie.
I’m a wordaholic, and
it’s inherited.