Why? Why? Why? Why? Why???????
Posted by Lindsay Lebresco in August 25th 2008
It seemed like just a few months ago that I was relishing in my son’s inquisitive nature- thinking his adorable questions about why birds live outside and why I go to work all the time and why his baby sister (who’s not such a baby anymore) cries so much. So cute!
Fast foward to now. Ahhh! The questions! They come in a constant stream and from all directions. The questions often hit me when I’m least expecting it and the other thing I didn’t expect- I can’t answer most of them! All that schooling and life experience and I can’t seem to figure out a good way to explain why I’m dripping sweat after a good workout.
I know this is a stage and I actually do love it. It’s entertaining as all-get-out so I thought I’d share these recent questions that came from Jagger in a 4 hour time span (and these are just the ones that are appropriate to share here!)
Me: (putting a sweatshirt on Jagger) “It’s cold out here!”
Jagger: Why?
Me: “Jagger!! You’re peeing on the wall!!”
Jagger: Why?
(well that’s what I’d like to know!)
Me: “Please don’t play with that truck in here- that’s an outside truck.”
Jagger: Why is that an outside truck?
Me: “Careful with that juice cup- the lid is not on super tight.”
Jagger: “Why is it not super tight?”
Me: “Please pick up your toys. The dogs might chew on them.”
Jagger: “Why?”
Jagger: “Where is Mommy?”
DH: “Mommy’s at work”
Jagger: “Why?”
DH: “Jagger- let’s get ready for dinner time.”
Jagger: “Why is it dinner time?”
And some of these questions thrown in as a bonus:
“Why do I have a cousin?”
“Why is there a spider in the toilet? (um- that would freak me out too!)
The best are the unexpected questions that have you asking the question: “Where on earth did he hear that?!” Got any of those? I’d love to hear them!
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First, I love the name Jagger. Second, welcome to the club. Although it’s such a blessing that my son can even speak now (long story) I can’t tell you how many times I hear “why” now. And over things that don’t even make sense. “What’s that, Mommy?” — It’s a fly Honey. “Why is it a fly, Mommy?” HUH? hee
:–) Nell
I saw a little peek into that long story of yours and I bet having the experiences you’ve had with your son bring a great appreciation and perspective to things a lot of us wouldn’t have.
A great reminder in life to take nothing for granted. Thanks for stopping by and have a WONDERFUL school year!
Oh the “WHYS” made me crazy.
Why?
Because it pushes you to the brink of insanity.
Does one need a reason to pee on the wall?
Because it’s there I guess!
I am going through the EXACT same thing and after a 7 hr. drive from the OBX with “why, why, why…” I was going crazy! LOL
One time my 4yo asked me “what do I look like?” and when I said “a boy” he said “what’s that?”. HUH?
Loved this post!
Fantastic post! Three favorites from my five year-old:
Why does the TV make that funny noise when you turn it on and off quickly?
Why can’t birds sing backwards?
Why doesn’t the universe have a centre? (Whoa! He certainly doesn’t get this deep thought from me!!!)
So pleased I’ve written some of these down or I’d have forgotten all of them…