There’s been a lull in exciting questions. But not a lull in questions. RB has entered the Land of the Reflexive Why.
“What are we doing today?”
“Going to the grocery store.”
“Why?”
…
“Where’s BB?”
“School.”
“Why?”
…
“Where’s Dad?”
“At the office.”
“Why?”
Good question!
BB never went through a “why” phase. Instead she had two pandemic years of: “What do you mean?” It went like this:
“Time for breakfast.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s go for a walk.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m losing my mind.”
“What do you mean?”
“I MEANT WHAT I SAID!”
And I’m not the only one who felt that way. I heard another 5-year-old tell her the exact same thing. It was validating.
The other day I was trying to get us all out of the house for some kid activity. The process is two steps forward, one step back.
RB bugs to go before it’s time. She has her shoes on, her bag over her shoulder and the baby doll of the day tucked under her arm. I can’t seem to round up BB. The momentum is lost. RB decides to put everything down and throw off her shoes.
BB asks what feels like the millionth question in the last fifteen minutes. I tell her,
“It’s hard for my brain to get us ready to go and answer all these questions. Please hold off unless it’s really important.”
BB hovers nearby. The quiet sounds like a ticking time bomb. She ponders the tiles.
“Why is there a crack in the floor?”
“Is that an important question?”
“Yes!”
I’m doomed.
I head for the car. RB starts crying,
“Where’s my baby? Where are my shoes?”
Several days later, with no sequitur, BB informs me,
“I really was wondering about that crack in the floor.”
“What were you wondering?”
“How did it happen?”
“I don’t know.”
“Has it always been there?”
“Ever since we moved in.”
Moral of the story: the only thing accomplished by trying to minimize questions is more questions.
Yesterday BB sat enjoying a ginormous rainbow swirl lollipop. It was the kind of lollipop that looks so beautiful that I want one despite not really wanting one.
RB asks,
“Can I have a lick?”
Two years ago, if RB had so much as looked at BB’s candy, BB would’ve been ready to throw it away. A year ago, RB’s light touch of a finger, never mind a bite, would make BB gag. A year ago BB would’ve rather licked a Disney World handrail, then risked getting a single one of her sister’s germs.
I watch in stupefied awe as BB extends her lollipop to RB. RB takes a big lick and BB puts the lollipop back in her own mouth. RB declares,
“BB is the best sister! Can we keep her?”
Best question yet!
And if you thought inane questions were for the youth…
Yesterday BB returned from a field trip with her sweatshirt tied around her waist. I had recommended leaving it behind so she wouldn’t lose it. She tells me,
“They told us to take our sweatshirts along.”
“And you didn’t lose it?”
“MOM! You can see my sweatshirt!”
So I can.
Good Times with Jess 