I've been whyed to death today by a two year old who just learned what the word why means.
Before today, he had no idea what the word why meant.
Me: "Gabe, why did you pee on the floor?"
Me: "Yes, I know you peed on the floor, but WHY did you pee on the floor?"
Me: "Honey, look at me in the eyes. WHY did you pee on the floor? Why?"
Gah!! But anyway that blissful ignorance has faded quickly as we found out during the drive home from my mom's house.
"Mommy, why, why, why my movie not play?" he asked.
Astonished, I looked at the hubby and raised my eyebrows.
"Well, because it looks like the battery ran out."
"Why, why the battery ran out?"
"I think the dog must have stepped on the power cord and unplugged it." I said.
"Why the dog step on the cord?" he asked.
"Um, because he wanted to sit in the front seat while we were inside the restarant." I said.
"Why the dog want to sit in front seat?" he questioned.
Oh, goodness. My hubby interjected.
"Why don't you ask the dog why he wanted to sit in the front seat."
Silence. And finally ...
"Chase, why you want to sit in front seat?" Gabe asked.
"Chase! WHY you want to sit in front seat and step on power chord. My movie no work!"
"Chase, look at me in my eyes. WHY you want to sit in front seat?! My movie no work! Why?!WHY!?" he passionately demanded.
At this point, the husband and I are cracking up for obvious reasons and proceeded to explain why the dog wanted to sit in the front and why the dog would not answer him. Needless to say, though, we spent the rest of the drive answering questions about why there was no movie, why it was dark at night and why God made it winter.
And don't think he's going to let me get away with cop out answers like "because God made it that way." Tonight after I said that about the winter question, he declared "no tell me that, mommy. Tell me WHY!"