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?



Tonight, our family grew a little bit bigger, a little bit louder, and a whole lot cuter. It might be a brief change, or it might stick around for awhile—but however long it lasts, I’m going to enjoy it.