But Why?

Posted on | October 31, 2012 | 2 Comments

Around 7:00 in the morning on Saturday, J entered into a new and … awesome?… phase.

The “why” phase.

I mean, I’ve heard people talk about kids and questions but J was never really one to ask me why when I told him to do something.  He always just bee-bopped along, doing his own thing until his mind switched gears… there was no real questioning. But now?

Oh. My. God.

Every third word is “Why?” or “But why?” or “Um… why?”

And although I’m trying desperately to tell myself that it’s a good thing, that it means he’s curious, that it encourages creativity… deep down I want to say “BECAUSE I SAID IT SO QUIT ASKING ME, GAH!!!!” in a deep, rumbly, annoyed as hell kind of way.

Because yes, it’s great that he’s inquisitive, but no, I do not want to explain why it’s cloudy, why there are only two stars visible, why the apple is red, why my hair isn’t curly, or why The Backyardigan’s isn’t on Nick Jr. at that precise moment all before my first cup of coffee.  The “Why” phase is turning very rapidly into a “why me” phase because inexcusably, this new “thing” didn’t come with a gift card to either Starbucks or, hell… the ABC store.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the questions on occasion because it can be totally fun to get into a conversation about things like “why can’t that person walk?” right in front of the girl in the wheelchair, or “why is his eye like that?” in front of the grocery bagger with a lazy eye. What’s not to like about having to answer the very loud “Why is she wearing that?” or “Why is that man praying?” (Toddlers come with both impeccable timing and uncanny volume increases, it’s written right on the box they came in.)

So these days, I’m busy fielding questions about everything from why I work to why Daddy doesn’t live with us.  I get to answer why I like spicy things, why a book is torn (that he tore), why it’s not Easter today, and why dogs don’t climb trees.  All before 7:30 drop off at daycare.

And I can’t be the only one who wants to give off-the-wall answers and hope to God he repeats them at daycare, right? Because let’s just see how his teacher handles the “truth” that dogs don’t climb trees because they don’t like the way the bark feels on their tummies.

 

 

Comments

2 Responses to “But Why?”

  1. Julia Hembree
    October 31st, 2012 @ 12:01 pm

    Hehe, we are in that phase, too. It’s exhausting to have to be that creative with answers all the time.

  2. Lola M.
    October 31st, 2012 @ 12:06 pm

    Well, you know, “why” doesn’t stop even when they’re 11 … but I am allowed to say, “Because I said so” alot more often!

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