My little Rooster is nearly 5 and lately he spends every waking minute of his day asking us “why?” When he first started this, it was cute. I am so thankful for his inquisitive nature, but oh my goodness, by the end of the day I feel as if my brain is going to bust.
Case in point: Rooster, daddy and I were driving in the car last night and Little Rooster started out on a million why questions. After about the 5th reason for the reason for the reason for the reason for the reason (are you following?) I finally declared “that’s just how it is.” And then my husband finally pipes up with a very creative answer. I looked at him and said, “by the end of the day, there is no creative answer left in me…just a very blank, “that’s the way it is.”
Here was our conversation this morning at Target:
Why is the sidewalk painted yellow?
So cars know there is a curb there.
Why do they need to know there is a curb there?
So they don’t hit it.
Why don’t we want the cars to hit it?
Because the might hurt their cars.
Why don’t we want their cars to get hurt?
Because…(oh my goodness!)…what do you think little man???
Just retyping this makes my brain hurt!