Scott is 4 years old and is in preschool.  Yesterday we were sitting in the Costco food court waiting for Tim to return with our food, when Scott randomly asks me,

"Mom, what is wrong with your body?  Why do you fall down?"

I explained to him that nothing is wrong with my body, God made me this way, that I was just made to walk differently and that my balance isn't as good as his and sometimes I fall.

"Oh."