Gametes In Love

S2 loves his paci. He’s also trying reeeeeeeeallllly hard to get it back in his mouth when it falls out.

Sometimes I feel he’ll make himself crosseyed looking for it:

2 years, 6 months and 3 days = the grace period I got before the “But whyyyyyy?” stage began. Aaah, March 3rd. The day that will go down in infamy as the day Mommy started loosing her marbles. We went on for days and days of repeated “Why?” questions. I thought we had gotten a bit of break there, but alas, S confirmed that he’s just transitioned his questions to him.

Before I was a parent (ah, those idealistic days!) I had thought “No, I really WILL tell them why the sky is blue!” Now that I’m here, and the Why’s have began, it’s not as romantic as I had envisioned. Oh sure, the Why conversation begins innocently enough:

G: Momma, what they doin’?
Me: They’re pulling the wooden planks off the truck?
G: Why?
Me: So that they get on the driveway.
G: Why?
Me: So that those guys can build the deck?
G: But why?
Me: So you can play in the back yard.

The thing  is, you don’t realize you’re in a why-loop until about the 3rd (or so) question in. I’ve tried the “Well, what did I say last time you asked why?” and “What do you think?”, but he’s 2, so really I only immediately get asked “Why?” again with no pause for him to answer himself.

My friend R reminded me that it only gets worse over time, and that she asked a lot of “Why?” when she was a teen. Come to think of it, as did I… so I guess I’m in this for the long haul. I better start rehearsing that ever-favorite parent response “Because I said so!”