58.
That’s how many times Barrett uttered the word “Why?” in a single day. The days have brought varying amounts … 34. 38. 46. 29. But we’ve peaked at 58.
I know, I know. It’s a toddler thing, you say. Inquiring minds want to know, you say. And I get those pieces of it. I get that asking why does not make Barrett the next boy genius. I get that it doesn’t even necessarily mean he’s looking for an explanation. But seriously, captain, some days I just don’t have the power.
Example A:
Mommy: Let’s go ride in the Jeep.
Barrett: Whhhhhhy?
Mommy: So we can go to the grocery store.
Barrett: Whhhhhy?
Mommy: So we can get groceries. So we can eat.
Barrett: Whhhhhy?
Mommy: So we don’t waste away.
Barrett: Whhhhhy?
Mommy: Because that’s just not good for anyone. There are people in Japan who would love to go to the grocery store right now.
Barrett: Whhhhhy?
Mommy: Because.
Barrett: Whhhhhy?
Oh sweet petunias. While Barrett’s curiosity is cute, it’s enough to drive a momma mad. And quite frankly, I am walking a thin line between validating his inquiries and just plain making up answers. So, if you ask me a question and I don’t respond, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s that the Answer Annex is closed. Why? Cuz.
