Toddlers have a bad reputation of asking incessant “why” questions. In fact, that is not true. They ask all manner of questions. To wit, today, my 3.95-year-old toddler asked me the following–
( All today. No fictionalization or fillers necessary here. In this order, from eyes open to eyes shut.).
(I will not describe the context to you for these questions, but feel free to imagine what you will)–
Can you come cuddle with me so I can wipe my boogers on you?
Why do you look so funny with your clothes off?
Can you carry me downstairs with one hand?
Can you carry me downstairs with one finger?
Why do these Cheez-Its smell like cheese?
What are my choices for breakfast? And what else? And what else? And what else? And what else?
Can we go to Montreal today? And Disney World? And England?
Can I wear these socks again?
Can I wear pajamas to school?
Can we have Pajama Day again?
Can I wear your slippers to school?
Can you have a Pajama Day at your school?
How come you don’t hold your penis when you pee?
Are you a boy?
Can I be a Ninja Turtle for Purim?
Can you be a boy?
Is today tomorrow?
Can I be Batman for Purim?
Why does your pee come out of your bum?
Can I have some coffee?
Can I be a doctor and a monster and a hockey player and a challah when I grow up?
Why can’t you go through a red light?
Why did you pick me up from school?
Can I eat the candy from the floor?
WHY did you flush my poo????? (waaaaaaaah)
Can you read me the book that makes you cry?
Can I come into your bed tonight and sleep on your head?
. . .
And then we said goodnight. And as Scarlett declared, Tomorrow is another day.