As we are nearing the halfway point of The First Mate's second year, he is full of questions. It's constantly "What's that?" or "Why?" It got me thinking about who should be asking the questions, here. The toddler, or me?
For example, The First Mate recently told me "I can't get poop in my mouth Mama, I'm a big boy!" Alright, and how does that make any sense? And did you ever get poop in your mouth? Was it on purpose? Never mind, I don't want to ask anymore questions about these one, moving on.
This picture makes me wonder, does he look so cool because of the three wheels or the four eyes?
On our recent visit to the beach, he had a blast getting dirty in the sand. My question is, where the heck did he get that from? I despise sand and when the beach touches me, I get mad.
Sea turtle, why not ride it?
Better yet, why not ride a warthog?
Who wants to face plant repeatedly for fun? No one will fess up to teaching him this, by the way.
Another pearl of wisdom from The First Mate, "Dinosaurs don't have butts." Did you know this? If dinosaurs don't have butts, than what is facing me while I watch TV?
I keep an ongoing list of quotes and moments that would be great for SMTT. I had one that reads "Dragon, take off you pants." It left me asking "What?" I honestly have no idea what was happening when that little diddy came out of his mouth.
Finally, after The First Mate responded to The Captain with a talk to the hand gesture and a "Psssht!" I want to know, when did I raise a teenager? Or better yet, when did my I raise a Jerry Springer guest?
What questions do have after living with your tiny humans?