Nea is a very curious little girl–just like all kids her age. She’s wild about finding out how things work, and she’s always been very free about asking questions.
The other day, she asked a question. I answered it. She asked, “Why?” I answered. She asked, “Why?” I answered. She asked, “Why?”
I shook it off as a fluke. I’d been hoping that perhaps, just perhaps, we’d move right on past this stage of her development and into well-thought out and stimulating discourse on a myriad of topics ranging from art and literature to current events.
Except this morning, while I was checking in on a couple of bulletin boards I post on, she asked what I was doing.
B: I’m checking my messages.
B: Because sometimes people like to talk to your mama.
B: Because they think I’m a nice lady.
B: Because I’m gorgeous, intelligent, direct, and have a great sense of humor!
L: Why? Oh, wait. Mama? Do you smell poop?
Thank God. I was saved from the interrogative rack by a poopy diaper. I was able to deflect further questions along this line by watching Laurie Berkner’s “Chicken Song” video for an hour and a half. It’s a three minute song. I listened to it over and over and over for an hour and a half. Methinks perhaps the “whys” weren’t so bad.