“But, why?”
If parents had a nickel for every time that question was uttered, college tuitions would be as easy to achieve as a stale lollipop for a chubby toddler hand in the grocery store checkout line.
Well, the other day was one of “those” days... three shopping trips down and heading home, my 4 year old had found my last exposed nerve and was gleefully bouncing up and down on it, “But, why? But, why? But, why?”
Whew. I finally said, “Alright, Buddy. No more questions for now. We’re just going to be quiet for a bit.”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“WHHYYYY???”
“Nathan, didn’t I JUST say not to ask that again??”
His reply, without skipping a beat: “No, Mom. I was just saying the LETTER Y.”
“Y!”
“Y!”
“YYYYY!!!!”
And then I broke the cardinal rule of parenting. I laughed. Outloud. Followed by a shudder at the thought of this clever boy in, say, 10 years or so. Man, oh, man. This parenting thing can be a treacherously funny road sometimes.
