Answer:
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher more wrinkles crawl onto your face.
If you drop me, I'm sure to crack. Give me a smile and I'll always smile back. What am I?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.