Why? Why? Why?

First off I have to explain that turning 18 unleashed a wild thing in our house. Grace has changed her look so much some people don't recognize her. Even when she's the only person in a wheelchair in the room. She went from very long black hair to very short blonde. Not only the hair is different. She is loving piercings and has added a few new holes in her head ( that was my Papa's description of piercings when I was a teen).
Ok that said, Thursday Grace finally visited the kindergarten class that she helped in last semester. She had quit because I had surgery coming up at the beginning of this semester. Now these kindergarten students know Grace, they used to see her once a week. But she came home with a list if questions that she was asked. I'm sure I'll forget a few but here goes ....
Why is your hair short?
Why is your hair that color?
How did your hair get that color?
Why do you have needles in your lips?
Do boys put needles in their lips?
Why do you have a bracelet on your neck?
Why do you have a buckle?
Who does your buckle?
Why do you have little feet?
Why do you wear bracelets?
Who put on your bracelet?
Why haven't you been here?
Why did your mom get sick?
What kind of sick is she?
How did she get sick?
Who puts on your glasses?
When are you bringing your spider to school?
What does that button do?
Are you wearing a wig?
Can I pull your hair? I think it's a wig.
Whew I'm tired just thinking about all the never ending questions. Now for the kicker. She was only there about 2 hours, most of the questions were asked by two little cuties and they were also getting work done during all this!! I think she was missed and enjoyed herself more than she remembered :)