is anyone out there???

Feeling a bit jet-lagged, but loving every minute.

I think the second I landed in Switzerland, Julie's five-year-old boys started asking me questions. Wow, I've missed them.

"Are you my mom's brother?"

"Were you little the same time my mom was little?"

"Were you in my mom's tummy?"

I had thought we finally got it figured out when they declared: "Oh, so you are my mom's sister!"

But then I wasn't so sure...

"Are you a boy?" Tim wanted to know. "Because when you came to see us in England, you were a boy."

Julie left to pick up the older kids from school and Ben reached up to grab my hand. "So, I guess you're the boss now," he informed me.

I asked him who the boss usually was. "I'm the boss of me, Tim is the boss of Tim, and George is the boss of everyone," he answered.

And then the conversation changed. Which is one of the things I love most about these guys.

"Who made the world," Ben asked standing inches away from my face as I was trying to use the bathroom as discreetly as possible.

I told him that Heavenly Father made the world. "Did he die?" he wanted to know.

I reminded him about Easter and how Jesus was raised from the dead. "Oh yeah," Ben nodded his head, remembering. "That's when the Easter Bunny came to raise Jesus from the dead." Or something like that.