Why is that called ketchup?
Why don't I have shoes on?
Why do I have to go to bed?
The "whys" have started.
Developmentally speaking, I'm high-fiving myself (which is sad and difficult and a bit strange, to be sure, but when your companionship is two dogs, a hateful cat, and Huck, you must give yourself the props you may or may not be due). However, spending fifteen minutes explaining the reasons why Hub's slippers don't fit Huck's feet gets a leeetle beet trying.
But the being proud of my Huckle is much bigger and goopier than the side of me that thinks "no more questions. no more questions."
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2 comments:
That sound like good, typical development to me. Should we take bets on how long it takes you to get to the "because I said so" stage?
He is right on target, which is cool! I found that at least with Andrew "why" really meant "tell me more about this or something else that would be interesting."
So I would answer the questions in ways that didn't make me crazy, "Daddy's feet are bigger than yours because he is a grown up. How big do you think your feet will be when you grow up?" Often this would switch the "burden" of the conversation onto him. He would start talking, imagining and describing and no longer be able to maintain an entire conversation just be saying "why?" "why?"
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