I knew this time would come. I’ve been dreading it for years. I knew I was not blessed in some special way that would allow me to slide around this particular cruel joke of human nature.
Josiah has entered into the stage in his life where he asks “why” to everything.
“Why is that car parked there?”
“Because our neighbors parked it there.”
“Why?”
“Because they didn’t have room in their garage I guess.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why?”
Aaahhhh!!!
OK, I haven’t really been dreading it that much, but I thought my blog needed a little drama. It is interesting how “why” is starting to just become a default response.
“Josiah, do you want some ice cream?”
“Wh–yes.”
hahaha. sucker!
Good times, Wes. When our kids have gone through that stage I’ve played along and tried to beat them at their own game. I end up describing things I’d always taken for granted and seeing things differently. Kids are fun. I told Blythe the other night she looked like a hippie. She said, “What’s a hippie?” That was a fun one.