There comes a point in every mother’s life when they have to ask some hard questions. I think those questions vary by which stage of motherhood your in. Right now I’m in the, “oh god I don’t really want to know the answer,” phase.
Here’s a sampling of questions I hate to ask.
1. What is that in your mouth? Followed with, did you just swallow it?
2. Why are you doing that?
This is usually answered with toddler gibberish and laughing. (They are mocking me I know it).
3. What are you guys doing?
Silence is an awful thing when there are toddlers living with you. Silence followed by running and hiding is so much worse.
4. Where is your brother?
This may be a twin thing. Usually the brother is locked in a closet or a room.
5. What happened to the cats whiskers?
Pretty self explanatory…
Ben: kitty was bad
Alex: cut kitty’s beard.
Me: where did you guys get scissors?
6. Where are you guys?
This is just a scary question. Usually playing in the toilet…
7. What is in your bucket? If the question is posed to Ben it’s, what is in your pink pumpkin?
There is always something that’s growing fur in there. Hint: it’s not supposed to have fur.
8. What is all over your face/body/hair…?
Today it was my makeup. Yesterday it was marker, two days ago it was something I have yet to identify.
9. Who did that?
This is always answered by the one who did “it”. And they always blame someone or something else. Example: who dumped the dog food into the dogs water? Answer from Ben: Charlie did it. Charlie is our cat. Bad kitty.
10. Can you guys just behave?
They have taken to answering in unison and that answer is always no, mommy.
I love this age. I really do. They make me laugh everyday and test my patience hourly but I
couldn’t, wouldn’t change it for the world.