Something happened this weekend–my kids finally discovered the great use of the word “Why”. Carson also really likes to say, “What happens if… (we eat too much candy, we get in a car wreck, we don’t drink water, etc.) Carson’s questions are a bit deeper than Devon’s, like why is Satan bad, and why can’t Jesus make him good, why do we die, why do just boys have a penis and what do girls have (yes, this was just on the way back from Reno in the lady’s bathroom, VERY loudly might I add!). But, then he decides to just ask why just because, like, “What happens if Devon ran into the street in front of a car?” (after I had told Devon not to). Me, “He could get hurt and ran over!” “Why would he get hurt?” now, this could go on for 5 minutes with just little questions just being asked from my answers. Ack!
Unfortunately, Devon has just used it all to fuel his arguements with me, since he’s not really into the meaning of life yet…
Devon: Mom, I want more candy.
Me: No, I told you that was your last piece.
Devon: Why?
Me: I don’t want you to get sick–candy isn’t good for us if we eat too much, and I want you to be healthy!
Devon: Why isn’t candy healthy?
Me: Because it has sugar, it isn’t good for us.
Devon: But WHY?
Me: Devon, because I said so, that’s why!!!
I think I’m frustrated because I feel like I give these long explanations to avoid the why’s–don’t get me wrong, I love the good questions, it’s when it’s for something like CANDY or just not wanting to accept my answers that drives me bonkers! Okay, the end.