The following scene takes place at story time, between the hours of eight and nine o’clock as DLG is winding down before bed time.
Papa K (Reading “Where’s My Teddy” by Jez Alborough): “Eddie’s off to find his teddy. Eddie’s teddy’s name is Freddy. He lost him in the woods somewhere. It’s dark and horrible in there. ‘Help!’ said Eddi…”
DLG (Interrupting the story): “Why”.
Papa K: “Why what?”
DLG (Pointing to the woods in the picture book): “Why izzit dark and horrible in da woods?”
Papa K (Reeling at the simplicity of such a question): “Well, honey, because when you have so many trees close together like this then all their leaves will blot out the sunshine and it looks scaaaaaarrrry!!!! So, anyway where were we? Oh yeah, ‘Help! said Eddie. I’m scared alrea…'”
DLG (Interrupting again): “Why izzit scary?”
Papa K (Slightly irritated): “Because it’s dark, honey! Remember? Because of the trees?”
Papa K: “Because the tree branches cover up the sun!”
Papa K (Increasingly more irritated yet slightly amused): “Because that’s what trees do, okay!!”
DLG: “Why izzit what trees do?”
Papa K (Now looking for a way out of this conversation): “Because. Okay?! Not everything has to have a reason. It’s just the way it’s always been since the beginning of time.”
DLG: “Can I have some gum?”
Papa K (shocked at the sudden change of subject): “No honey! We have to go to bed! You can have some in the morning.”
Papa K (Here we go again): “I swear to Zeus if you ask me ‘why’ one more time I’m going to have a mental breakdown.”
DLG: “Why daddy?”
Papa K: *sob*
Jokes have been made at how trying a child’s inquisitive mind can be and I always thought they were exaggerated… but I’m here to tell you they ain’t.
My kid asks so many questions that by the end of the day I feel like the biggest idiot because I could only answer about a third of her questions with a solid answer.
Her young brain is so in need of stimulation I trust she feels the need to ask questions incessantly. I’ve never been one to deny her the answer to any one of her questions… even if I am the biggest idiot on the planet and all I can muster is an “I don’t know honey” or “that’s just the way it is sissy”. I witnessed on numberous occasions a parent snapping at their kid because they asked “why” too many times or simply asked too many questions. But I don’t see her asking questions as a negative… but rather an indication of their need to learn. Why deny her of that?
Sure, it get’s annoying at times and leads me to the point of feeling as though I may just tear the hair from my ears. But after the questions end I’m left with a smile on my face because not only do I find the whole thing slightly humorous…I know she’s never going to stop until she gets all her answers.
And I’m really okay with that.