I know that all children go through this stage, but I am convinced we have it the WORST out of every household in America the World the UNIVERSE!!!
“Why are we going grocery shopping?”
“Why do we need to buy food?”
“Why do we need to eat?”
“Why does our body want to be strong?”
“Why are you buying that?”
“Why are the blueberries blue?”
“Why does that Lady have lots of kiddos in her cart?”
“Why does she like kiddos?”
“Why did you smell that?”
“Why did it smell bad?”
“Why is it rotten?”
“Why can’t we still eat it?”
“Why will it make us sick?”
“Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why. . . . ”
GAH!
All day long — every situation, big or small, important or inconsequential — brings about some sentence that starts with “Why.”
And, I’m sick of it. The question just don’t stop. Even if I think I’ve given such a complete response that there shouldn’t be ANY questions to follow, the Little Lady will still ask “Why” about some aspect of it.
“Why do I need a bath?”
“Why do I stink?”
“Why did I get dirty?”
“Why do we have to wash the dirt off?”
“Why are you using a wash-rag?”
“Why does it have to be a new one?”
“Why do you have to wash my hair?”
“Why can’t it stay dirty?”
“Why do you take a shower?”
“Why do you get stinky?”
I give up. I found myself yesterday telling my poor, inquisitive child to “Please stop asking me questions. I don’t want to answer any more!”
She just looked at me, green eyes blinking, and asked, “Why don’t you want to answer me?”
Now, of course I felt bad — both for her and for me. You can’t just tell your child “I’m throwing an emotional fit and I don’t have the patience to answer a litany of questions when I just want to sit in silent peace for one minute.”
I can only imagine the list of questions to follow such a mommy-response.
Ugh, can we just ban the word? That’s all I want — even if it’s just for one day.
A day free of why.
Sigh.
