You all have an endless supply of questions that seem to come at me like a relentless wave. From the simple (how can you love us all equally?) to the profound (what comes after we die?) and even to the awkward (but how did I end up in your tummy?), I find myself answering your inquiries as if it’s my full-time job—because, let’s be honest, it kind of is. Today, though, I have a few questions of my own for you…
Questions for You
Why is it that you can construct towering block structures with such accuracy, yet you struggle to aim for the toilet?
Why the nightly battle over going to bed? Is it really that torturous to lay down in a cozy bed and drift off to sleep?
Why do you insist on climbing the stairs while leaving smudges and fingerprints all over the walls? There’s a banister for a reason—please use it!
Why is it that you covet a toy from a friend, but once I bring a similar toy home for you, your interest vanishes?
Why do you find it necessary to pick your nose and smear the evidence on the walls? If you can’t find a tissue, your sleeves work just fine, I assure you.
Why do you suddenly need to quench your thirst the moment I sit down with my drink?
Why do you act as if having your toenails trimmed is akin to torture? It’s called a pedicure, for goodness’ sake!
Why can’t you all agree on a movie that you collectively love?
Why do you complain about brushing your teeth before school? Do you really not care about that dreadful morning breath?
Why do you adore ketchup but turn your nose up at tomato sauce, labeling it “gross”?
Why can’t you just ignore your siblings when they’re trying to annoy you? If you do, I promise they’ll stop!
Why do you wrestle on the couch when it almost always ends in tears and chaos? Do you not remember the aftermath? Do you enjoy the pain?
Why is it so hard for you to grasp the concept of volume control? I CAN HEAR YOU!
Why do you pick the most exasperating books to read? Don’t you realize that stories about Transformers and Cars make me want to skip pages and poke myself in the eye?
Why do you jump into every puddle you see?
Why do you feel the need to repeat my name a dozen times before you finally get to your question?
Why is it that you can sprint endlessly around the house like a whirlwind, but when I ask for your help with cleaning, you suddenly become a lump of jelly who can’t move?
Why, dear children, why???
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In summary, my dear children, while your questions keep me on my toes, I can’t help but wonder about the mysteries of your behavior. Perhaps one day, I’ll get some answers.
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