Entering the "Why?" era....

Last week Connah discovered the word "why?" Since then, I don't think two minutes have elapsed without hearing his little voice asking for the purpose of something.

I am frustrated.

Not with him. He is not doing this to annoy me, he is genuinely interested in how everything works, and as his main source of information, of course he looks to me for the answers.

No, I am frustrated with myself for not knowing everything.

In my endeavor to remain honest with him, "I don't know" and "maybe" have become a frequent part of my vocabulary. Usually used together, as I don't like to just leave him with "I don't know." eg:


Connah: "Why is that man getting in his car?"

Me: "So that he can drive somewhere."

Connah: "Why?"

Me: "Because wherever he's going might be too far to walk."

Connah: "Why?"

Me: "Because when somewhere is far away, it might take all day to walk there, because walking is slow, but driving is fast, so if he drives, it will only take a short time."

Connah: "Where's he going?"

Me: "I don't know.... maybe to his friends house."


This happens fifty times a day.

Ahh the realm of why... One of the many challenges of parenthood that I knew was coming, and yet was still totally unprepared for when it slammed into my face.

As frustrating as it can be at times (when I'm tripping over my words trying to explain why it's important to pee in the toilet as opposed to the bath..."But they both have holes for the pee to go down Mummy...") It's making me view things from a childlike perspective, making me aware of things that as an adult, I have never thought to question. It's all a bit awesome really.

Sometimes I like to ask him questions... just to see what's going through his little mind, and his answers never fail to fascinate me:

Me: Why is it raining?
Connah: "Because the sun sucked up all the puddles and then spat them out again." (I was quite impressed with this one :)

Me: Why do you have little red spots on your leg?
Connah: "I don't know... maybe a monster bit me. A blue one. Yesterday."

Me: Why do cats have fur?
Connah: "For boys to pat."

The flawless logic of a child. Awesome :)


xox