I knew it was coming and I actually used to pride myself on being able to answer almost every "why" question to come my way. That was until Carter came along. I swear I hear "why?" a billion times a day. What makes it even more annoying is that half of his questions don't make sense. I have resorted to "just because", "that's the way Heavenly Father made it, you will have to ask him", and "because I'm the mommy and I said so" more times than I ever thought I would. Here are some examples:
Me: What else should we grow in our garden?
Carter: Cucumbers, lots of cucumbers!
Me:
OK, we can plant cucumbers.
Carter: Why?
Carter - all right after each other: Why are bees so little and I am big? Why was that bee on the slide? Why does the bee like the slide? Why do bees fly? Is the bee going to come back? (I got this one at least 5 times) Where do bees live? Why do bees make honey for us? Why do they feed honey to their babies? Why can't I fly?
Why is he a dog? ?!?
Me: Carter, please don't shovel the grass.
Carter: Why?
Me: Because it kills the grass.
Carter: Why does it kill the grass? Why do you not want the grass to be killed? Why do you want it to look nice? Why do I play on the grass?
Carter: Why are you reading that magazine? Why does it help you be a better mom? Why do you want to be a better mom? Why don't I have a magazine?
These are all from today, and there are more. This is just a glimpse into the inquisitiveness that has become Carter. I am glad that he wants to learn, but sometimes a girl just needs a break!
A couple other funny notes:
Carter uses the word "
amn't" quite
frequently and won't believe me that it isn't a word. Example: I
amn't ready to go to bed yet.
Carter is
terrified of bugs. Not just a little scared, he freaks out. When he saw the aforementioned bee, he started crying, no, wailing, and yelling "oh no, oh, no...". He saw a dead ladybug on the floor the other day and he screamed like a little girl and jumped up on my bed screaming for me to "protect him!". Um, yeah, it was dead. A bug landed on him outside and he freaked out again, running toward the house saying that he wanted to go inside, that the outside was just too full of bugs! I guess I never have to worry about him catching bugs and bringing them inside, right?