Why?
I remember asking lots of questions when I was younger—mainly in a last-chance effort to put off bedtime. Stalling by asking why the sky is blue seemed like a pretty brilliant strategy.
But when it comes to “why,” two-year-old Hayden has me beat. That child can fit more “why’s” in a conversation than I ever would have thought possible.
Me: “Stay on the driveway, please!”
Hayden: “Why?”
Me: “So I can see you.”
Hayden: “Why?”
Me: “Because I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Hayden: “Why?”
Me: “Because…I want you to say safe.”
Hayden: “Why?”
Things get rather circular from then on out. Apparently, in a two-year-old’s eyes, everything in life has a big question mark after it.
Hayden: “Mama cat!”
Me: “Yeah, she is.”
Hayden: “Why?”
Me: “Well..because she has babies.”
Hayden: “Why?”
Me: “Those are her kittens.”
Hayden: “Why?”
Me: “She…had kittens?”
Hayden: “Why?”
Me: *silence*
See what I mean?
Haha! That’s just too funny!
Sounds like a cutie!
“Why? Why? Why?” He would make a great scientist!
Has anyone ever got the best of him in such a contest of words yet?
I remember I used to detest night time. Absolutely detest it. Why? Because it meant you had to stop playing! I did not like night-time. But then, I did some strange things as a young kid…. I suppose we all did. Never thought to ask why the sky was blue though, I have to admit.
Josh
“Because she was gonna blow up if she didn’t…”