Why? Why? Why?

The questions are coming, and they are coming thick and fast.
It is frustrating, it is tedious and it is the perfect way to test your creativity.
After once reading that the “questing asking phase” is supposed to peak around the age of four, I immediately became nervous, Leo is pretty curious and he is only two (nearly three), how many more questions could there be? Why all the questions all the time? Why? Why? WHY??

If we still have two more years of this and it is increasing we are in big trouble.

Two more years of ‘Is that green? WHY is it green?’ or ‘Why is that a banana?’ We have only had questions for three months and I am already exhausted. I have tried everything, all the tactics to slow down the questions if not stop them for five minutes, I swear nothing works.
So far, I have tried:
Busying him with tasks, he asks questions about the task.
Answering extremely simply, typically provoking more questions.
Ignoring the question, question is repeated, then repeated, then repeated.
Answering with I don’t know, generally resulting in ‘Why don’t you know?’ or followed by a different question about the same general topic.
Palming the question of to Dad is usually a good method of distraction until Dad has had enough and palms a question straight on back to me.
Then I thought I had it. The method to end all questions. Confuse his little brain so much that he is so busy working out the complexity of the answer he has just received that another question is the furthest thing from his mind.

This is how that convo went:

(Before I dive in to the conversation, let me set the scene. It’s a lovely Saturday morning, Leo, Maisie and I have just dropped Duncan at work and we are now walking home. On our walk we come across a children’s festival where they are handing out helium balloons, otherwise known as, every small child’s most favourite thing EVER! We are lucky enough to get two, one in Leo’s hand, one tied to the pram. Time 9.36 AM – Questions for the day so far 387.)
Leo: ‘Mum, Why are some balloons on the ground?’
Me: ‘What do you mean?’
L: ‘Why are some balloons on the ground and this balloon is in the air?’
M: ‘The balloon you are holding has helium in it.’
L: Looks at balloon. ‘Why did they put helium in this balloon?’
M: ‘Because they thought it would be nice for it to be floating in the air’
L: ‘Why does the helium make it float in the air?’
M: ‘Oh that’s just how it works.’
L: ‘How does it work?’
M: ‘I think it is because the molecular weight of helium is lighter than the oxygen around us so it makes it float. Blah blah blah, I think I tried explaining the periodic table for some reason and there was definitely a mention of noble gases in there as well, but really from this point onwards I was simply rambling any odd term that I could remember from Year 12 Chem that could be a plausible reason as to why helium balloons float in the air.’ {Let the confusion set in…}
L: Small second of silence ‘Is the air around us oxygen?’
M: ‘Yes’
L: ‘ Is this lighter than the oxygen?’ Looking at the balloon.
M: ‘Yes I think that’s how it works.’
L: ‘Why?’
M: {Internal screaming…..quick change topic before you lose your mind woman} ‘Look Leo a green car, that’s a nice one isn’t it?’
L: ‘Why is it green?’

You get the idea.

There is no letting up. I hear him at night, after we have tucked him in chattering to his Teddy, asking him questions and answering in the high-pitched voice he puts on for Papa, (very sweet and extremely cute but besides the point).  Questions, questions all the time. And we are just at the Why’s. We haven’t even started on the Who’s, What’s, Where’s or How’s. Then once Leo’s questions slow down, Maisie will just be starting with hers, we have a good four or five more years of constant questions and my brain is starting to hurt just thinking about it.
Yes, this is parenting. Yes, we signed up for this. Yes, sometimes it is pretty funny when you think about it (either that or you are just laughing to protect yourself from crying an extremely frustrated cry).
As frustrating and as exhausting as it is, I do understand this is all a part of learning. I know it is developing skills and we are teaching them with the answers that we provide, but never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that I would need this much knowledge for a job that anyone can have. Never would I have imagined that I could hear the word WHY 15 times before I have dished up breakfast.

We are all going to get the questions. Even if you are an Aunty, Uncle or just a Friend, you are going to get the questions. (Lucky for you, you can leave them at their parent’s house, but you will still get them. It is a known fact that at “question asking age” small children seek out the visitors, the visitor’s have fresh information, fresh answers to their questions not the same old, stale, used up answers that Mum and Dad have been giving for days).
The questions are different from any other parts of parenting.
I take solace in the fact that it is something every child goes through, or should I say every parent goes through.
They aren’t like sleepless nights or separation anxiety where only some parents have trouble with it. It’s something that is going to happen to all of us, so big deep breaths to ward off that frustration, enjoy it, see the funny side; ask a curly question, give a curly answer, and, if all else fails, Google it.

leo-strawb

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2 thoughts on “Why? Why? Why?

  1. My boy is exactly like this and always has been. he has been asking questions since he came out of the womb. He is 7 and it is still constant. It definitely is tiring that is for sure but I love his inquisitive mind and the out of the ordinary questions! But yes often I do have to say, why don’t you tell me the answer because I have already told him!! And thank god for google! It sure has made me realise how much stuff I DON”T know!!!

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