I have two legs but can't move on my own. I help you transport what you can't carry alone. I’m easy to push but hard to pull. I get harder to handle the more I am full.

I can be used to write a note on the refrigerator sign or I can be used to tell you where to stand. What am I?

What’s rosy, golden or green on the outside, snowy and sweet on the inside, and hosts a star at its core?

Pieces scattered, A picture waits patiently, Mind finds where they fit.

Why did the coffee file a police report?