Kate is truly three. I think every fifth word out of her mouth is, "Why?". And considering that Enoch has yet to outgrow this 'why' phase, I'm hearing this a lot. A LOT!
They are times when I wish I was smarter, when I wish I knew how to answer all their questions. I hate having to say, "Let's ask your dad when he gets home." Not that I don't appreciate the fact that Greg usually has the answer for everything, but I wish I did too.
I appreciate my children's curiosity. I'm not really a curious person - things happen, this is the way it works - I don't need to understand why, I just go with it. Not Kate and certainly not Enoch - they need to understand. I think, especially with Enoch, it is necessary to his peace of mind, his identity, his place in his world, to understand how and why things happen. What a blessing and a curse!
My favorite way to deal with the why question is to turn it back to Enoch and Kate and asked them "Why do you think it works that way?" I love the answers they come up with to their questions. It is sometimes hilarious and sometimes sobering to realize how much they really do understand.
Just another joy of being the mom!
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