You can touch me, but I can’t touch you back. You can see me, but I only reflect you and can never reject you. What am I?
A mirror
I look like you, but I am not you. You can blow me up or find me in a wallet. Share me or frame me, both are nice. What am I?
A photograph of you
I can be open or closed, or big or small. I can reveal the truth or hide it. I am almost always welcome and can spring up unannounced. Everyone has one, but not everyone shares. Laughter comes after me. What am I?
A smile
You can play me with cards, but don’t burn me. Rest glasses on me or walk across me. What am I?
A bridge
Four siblings stood underneath an umbrella. Two were holding dogs and two were holding cats. How did they all keep from getting wet?
It wasn’t raining
I can travel at nearly 100 miles per hour, but never leave the room. You can cover me up, but that doesn’t slow me down. You will not know if I come only once or again and again and again. What am I?
A sneeze
I sound like I could cut you, but I’m actually quite comfortable. I can be green or yellow. I can be stiff or soft. I am a friend to bugs and also bare feet. What am I?
A blade of grass
I am round as a sphere but then become something else. I am also one hundred yards long, or even longer. What am I?
A ball of yarn
You are always living in me. No matter how much time goes by I am still right there with you. What am I?
The present moment
Imagine the following: You are alone in a forest and you hear a noise. You realize you are being followed. You begin to run as fast as you can, but whatever is following is getting closer and closer. How do you escape?
Stop imagining that scenario and imagine something else
People have stepped on me, but not many. I never stay full for long. I have a dark side. What am I?
The moon
I can be red or blue—I am always changing. I can ruin your day or lift you up. I am always with you except when you sleep. What am I?
Your mood
We come in a set. We can dash or pour. If we’re too much, the serving is ruined. If we’re held back, the course is flat. What are we?
Salt and pepper
My name seems harsh, but I am still and silent. You are supposed to eat me, but some display me. My name is not easy to do to me because I am hard on the outside. What am I?
A squash
I’m always on the dinner table, but you don’t get to eat me. What am I?
Plates and silverware
I am always running, but never get tired or hot. What am I?
The refrigerator
I have a stem, but I am not a flower. I have a foot, but I cannot hop. Children are too young to hold me. What am I?
I am light and seem to have no substance at all. But even the strongest person in the world can’t hold me for very long. What am I?
Breath
I am made to absorb, and I can hold liquid even though I’m full of holes. What am I?
A sponge
There’s a one-story house where everything is yellow. The walls are yellow. The doors are yellow. Even all the furniture is yellow. The house has yellow beds and yellow couches. What color are the stairs?
There aren’t any stairs—it’s a one-story house.
I have a head much smaller than my long neck. People who play with me pick at me and that’s fine. What am I?
A guitar
I have seven rings made of rock and ice, but you cannot wear them on your fingers. They are way, way too big. What am I?
Saturn
I don’t have money, though I do have banks. I feed others, though I don’t eat. Cross me if you can, I won’t be mad. What am I?
The mouth of a river
A doctor drops off a young boy at school every morning before work. The doctor is not the child’s father, but the child is the doctor’s son. Explain.
The doctor is the boy’s mom
No matter what type you are, when I’m thirsty I will come and find you no matter where you are. Who am I?
A vampire