It got a bit irritating at times, but it was so cute and innocent. It was also a right of passage. Our children were developing and growing all those wonderful brain cell. They were growing into inquisitive people. Then they outgrew this stage and it was a bit sad. Alas, they were growing up. Ok, that was about 10 years ago. These are my sweet, intelligent, lovable boys, right now.
Guess what? The why stage has returned and I am scared!
Mom, why ccaaaan't I use the power drill by myself? Why can't I go to school without a coat, even though it's 18 degrees? Why can't I drink only fruit juice and eat only Cheetos? Why can't I play the grossly violent video games that will permanently ruin my ability to sleep through the night and possibly lead to a life of crime? But, really, why? Are you sure that is the reason why? Does Dad think that is why? Why does Dad think that is why? Why do I have to comb my hair and brush my teeth, since they will just get messy again? Why do I have to do math? Why doesn't that man in front of us in line have hair? Why does his wife have on a hat that looks like a dead raccoon?
Somehow this is a harder "why" stage for me. Mostly because the questions are usually insanely complicated. In fact, I have decided that Google is my new best friend. Because, I have absolutely no idea why stop signs are red or why the drill bit spirals and rotates clockwise. I think it is also more difficult because I am not ready for them to independently use power tools or completely control their diet. Ah, they are growing up and it's a scary world out there.
I am going to keep praying that this stage will pass and that we all make it out alive.
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