Morning conversation with Johnny. Verbatim.
Context: I'm in the bathroom, trying to get contacts in so I can function properly.
Enter: The Boy
Johnny: "Hi Mommy!! Whatcha doin'?". Proceeds to open every_single_drawer and cabinet.
Me: "Shut the drawer please. Shut the drawer please. Close the door, please. Don't dig around in there. That's not for you"
Johnny: "What's this?" (after pulling open the 4th drawer and discovering my obviously rarely-used hairdryer)
Me: "It's a hairdryer. Please don't play with it."
Johnny: "Why?"
Me: "Because it isn't safe for you to play with cords."
Johnny: "Why is it a hay-uh-dwyer?" (the "w" is intentional)
Me: "Because it is used to dry peoples' hair."
Johnny: "Why?"
Me: "Because that's what it does. That's its job."
Johnny: "Why"
Me: "Go find Daddy."
Johnny: Exits room.
Me: Sigh.
I swear that kid talks to hear his head rattle. Most of me hopes he never stops...
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Totally can sympathize with this. At our house, when the questions stop the singing starts. Someday I know I'll miss it, but there are times now when I just want to be able to hear my own thoughts!
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