Rocks are kind of a trip, some hard and strong others light and easily broken, some smooth and some rough.
I had a little one ask me once as we were skipping rocks across the water where rocks came from?
I pointed to the mountains and said from there – I could see the wheels turning and it wasn’t long before I was asked if they come from mountains like eggs come from chickens?
Sort of a do mountains lay eggs predicated I believe upon a couple of thunder eggs and geodes he as a child collected that caught his eye.
I had to look away for a moment to suppress the smile that was creeping across my face at what was posed as a serious question – so I began by saying it was a good question and I could see how he would ask it, and did my best to explain about erosion over long periods of time and then was asked if the rocks were older than grandfather and grandmother?
I told him they were older than the combined age of everyone he knew and would ever know and it might not a be a bad idea to avoid asking the same question of his grandparents.
But that’s the way of young children, they ask questions based on what they know, on their understanding of the world they live in – they know grandparents are “old” and that chickens lay eggs.
In that context it makes perfect sense to them, and in the same context should make perfect sense to us as adults that they would ask a question in such a way.