Why Me?

As predicted by every book ever written on child behavior, The Roc has started asking "Why?" three hundred times a day.

"Stop banging on the table."

"Why?"

"We're going to the park today."

"Why?"

"Don't pull Leroy's tail."

"Why? Ow!"

Not wanting to stifle the natural curiosity that he is certain is going to make The Roc a great scientist some day, Daddy is trying to use reverse psychology. For every "Why?" question of The Roc's, he asks a "Why? question back.

The Roc: "Why do babies cry?"

Daddy: "Why do you think babies cry?"

The Roc: "But.....why?"

As a result, I now hear "Why?" six hundred times a day.

A variation on "Why?" is "Who made it?" These inquiries range from the mundane to the truly existential.

"Who made the car?"

"The car factory."

"Who made the balloon?"

"The man at Trader Joe's."

"Who made Leroy's whiskers?"

"God."

"Who is God?"

Hmmmm. Bit of a loaded question, that one. I tried Daddy's tactic. "You know who God is, don't you?"

"She lives at church!"

"Er....yes. And in heaven."

"And in Bethlehem!"

"Um, sure."

"Can we go to Bethlehem right now?"

"No."

"WHY?"