What is it about kids and the never-ending ”Why?”
It’s usually when we’re in the car I’m bombarded with questions, some of which I can answer….
“Why are we going to the dentist?”
“Why is broccolli good for you?”
“Why do I have to stop hitting my brother over the head with a plastic dinosaur?”
Then there are the ones that leave me struck dumb…
“Why do we swallow food?”
“Why are frogs green?”
“Why do I have a twig and you don’t?” (yes, he really asked that, and he’s not referring to part of a tree).
Don’t you ever want to get your own back?
Just turn and bombard the little buggers with a tirade of your own.
Why do I have to say “Oh flip” when the word I really want to say starts with “F” and ends in a resounding “uck”?
Why can’t I answer the phone without two ninjas landing on top of me before the second ring?
Why is my pelvic floor missing in action?
Why do you always need a wee when we’re doing 70 on the motorway?
Why am I a social outcast on aeroplanes?
Why is Justin Fletcher my only adult company all day?
Why has my scent changed from DKNY to P….O…..O?
Why are there Fruit Pastilles in my make-up bag?
Why do you drive me nuts – but when I’m away from you, I miss you?
Well those are mine.
What would be yours, if you could speak freely and let rip?
We’re starting this up as a meme, and the rules are as follows:
1. Post your whys – as few or as many as you like
2. Link up your post below, and it would be great if you could leave a comment too
3. Tag 5 bloggers to keep this going
4. If you’re not a blogger, leave your whys as a comment below. We’d love to read them
5. Show your support by reading a few others and commenting on them
So to get the ball rolling, we’re tagging the following:
Our Scot in the Deep South, DorkyMum Ruth
Domestic goddess Helen over at The Crazy Kitchen
The randomly ranting Tattooed Mummy
The gorgeous Emma, AKA Mama Syder
The lovely Kara, over at ChelseaMamma
If you’re not mentioned above, and you’re asking “WHY NOT ME?” then please just join in. We meant to tag you (honest!)