This morning, my daughter was watching me put laundry in the washing machine and she curiously asked: Where is that water coming from?

The following is my brilliant and attentive answer:

Well, it’s the washer and that’s just how it’s made and there’s pipes and that’s how it works.

I think I do this sort of thing more often than I would like to admit. You know, giving an answer that isn’t really an answer but has lots of words so maybe that will satisfy the four year old. Sometimes it does. But not always.

Can you think of any brainless answers you’ve given lately? Please do. Make me feel better.