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The never-ending questions..

Liam has the habit of asking "Why?" for everything he comes across. Why, who, what... Lucas never asked questions, so maybe Liam is making up for it? I can't get a break from the questions, you know, where you answer the question and then his response is "Why?" and so on and so on.  It's like he's creating fishbone diagrams in his head.  Sad to say, sometimes I get so tired of answering that I just don't answer or I give a "That's just how it is" answer.  Many parents of pre-schoolers and beyond would be familiar with this phenomenon.  Here are just a few of the questions I answer on a daily basis: (and the fact that I've answered them once doesn't preclude me having to answer them again...and again)

Why do I have to wash the soap off?
Why does it rain?
Will the thunder fall on my head?
Why can't we hit the big truck?
Why do we have to put gas (in the car)?
Why can't I peel it (the paint in the garage) off?
Where are we going? Why?
Why can't we go to the grocery now?
Why are we going this way?

You get the idea.

It has occurred to me that perhaps the reason Liam asks so many questions is that there is someone around who is able (most times) and willing (most times) to answer him - me.  Lucas on the other hand never asked so many questions, which maybe is unsurprising considering he was in daycare since he was 7 months old.  There was no Mama there to answer his questions.  Hmmmmm.

Comments

G said…
Maybe Lucas, then like now, already felt that he knew all the answers!
Unknown said…
Well my 9 year old keeps them comming. Its now "what's the capital of such and such country?", "how often do earthquakes happen?", "What's the role of the president?", "Do i beleive such and such politican?", "What club does Messi play for?"
It goes on and on....lol. I have to remember that these questions are good and its better he feels comfortable enough to ask them than not. He told his mother that he does not ask questions to irriate us but he really wants to know the answer.
Austin Trini said…
Kev,

At least D is mature enough to explain his questioning! I think though, that we really do have to keep encouraging the questions even though it is very tiring at times. I never asked many questions growing up and I wonder if the education system beat that curiosity out of me.

We just need to make sure that we make it easy for them to keep asking us questions.

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