It happened.
I knew it would eventually... but I'm not ready.
Amelia looked at me with her shining blue eyes and asked,
"Why?"
Steve and I were just telling each other this weekend how lucky we've been to avoid that incessant question. Amelia's ongoing question is usually "what's that sound?". To us, this is much easier to answer - and it is certainly less defiant.
So now she's asking why.
Why should she take a nap?
Why should she wait for me to finish my work?
Why can't she watch more television?
Why can't she have more chips?
Why doesn't the cat want 13 more hugs from her?
Ahhhhhh!
This dreaded question is going to haunt me 45 times a day for the next 10 years, isn't it?
2 comments:
the next ten years?
oh, darlin', mine are in their twenties and they still call, text, email or SHOW UP and ask, Why"?
Until God takes you home
you'll hear it.
And, honestly.....when she gets as old as mine are...you'll be happy that she still comes to you to ask ;)
Ha ha - I wondered if an experienced mommy would correct me on that hunch. I guess I'd better get used to it! And yes, I'm sure I will appreciate it one day when she's away from home. That seems so long from now, but I know it'll arrive in a blink.
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