A Trip to the Museum with Darcy
…and Zach and baby Nigel, but mostly Darcy. (Zach’s contributions are in italics.)
Why are the sidewalks so dirty?
Why doesn’t the bus come down our street?
We goin-a see the dinosaurs?
Why did you tell Zach to sit on the bench?
Why is the bus taking so long to come?
Why does the bus make that noise when it stops?
Why does the bus beep when we get on?*
Why is there a white line on the road?
Why did you lock the wheels on baby Nigel’s stroller?
Why do some people ride their bikes in the street?
We goin-a see the dinosaurs?
We goin-a see the dinosaurs?
Why did we take a bus to the coffee shop?
Why do we need to keep our blood sugar up?
Why does that machine have all those chocolate chips in it?**
Why does that man make so much noise when he drinks his coffee?
Why do we have to walk to the museum?
We goin-a see the dinosaurs?
Why are they lifting up that thing?***
We goin-a see the dinosaurs?
Why did you went onto the other side of the road?
Why are you reading the sign?
Why did the lady not take your money?+
Why is they speaking in French?
We goin-a see the dinosaurs?
Why does that giant dinosaur have his mouth open?
Why is the squirrel dead?
Why is the toad sittin’ there?
Why do they not move?
Why are all those kids yellin’ and screamin’?
Why is that door shutted with wood?++
Why is there a toilet not in a baffroom?
Why does that man gots only half his face?+++
Why is it time to leave now?
Why are we goin’ back to the museum?
Why did you forget the coats?
Why is that squirrel lying on the sidewalk?
We goin-a see the dinosaurs?
Why are there cracks in the sidewalk?
We goin-a see the dinosaurs?
We goin-a see the dinosaurs?
We goin-a see the dinosaurs?
Why is Zach askin’ about the dinosaurs when we already sawed them?
Lol, sounds like you get to do a loooot of explaining!
I must be spending too much time on the internets, last night I dreamt that I came to visit you and the kiddos. Why didn’t you tell us that you have a secret moving wall?
Is it abnormal to still get that at the girls’ age? Because I do.
Why is Mary crying?
What’s in that glass?
Can I have some?
Howcomewhyfor I can’t have some?
What’s Big person drinks?
I’m a big kid. I can have some.
How come Mary is walking away form me?
Wait up Mary! Wait up!
Answer all these questions and Darcy is going to be a smart kid.
I like Darcy (-:
That is way too many questions. Did you answer them all? None of them are questions that he should know the answer to already.
I like Zach- at least he’s consistent!
A field trip with Mary.
“Why did we take a bus to the coffee shop?” (Essentials?)
I have a sinus headache today, and I could barely bring myself to read it all, but I did, because I have been there, many many times.
I love Darcy.
So how horrible am I for admitting that I, for one, do not care for Darcy? I mean, clearly, I haven’t *met* him, but those questions. Dear God, the questions.
I can barely stop myself from throttling my *own* child when he goes into question mode (or rather, when he used to go into question mode; he doesn’t so much do it anymore), let alone a child not related to me by blood.
I’m sure he’s a lovely child. Just don’t let me near him.
What’s an LCBO?
Why are we going there?
oof. I don’t think Pumpkinpie is up to “why” yet – on one hand I can’t wait to share all that stuff with her, but on the other hand I dread just the scenario you shared here!
Oy! Do you just crave silence at the end of a long day with Darcy?
Or do you slip in the ol earplugs when he isn’t looking?
I always picture Arthur being the one to ask all the questions. Was Arthur there?
Darcy cracks me up…but the constant questions (I get them from Bryce too) would drive me nuts.
man how old is darcy now?
i remember my kids going through that question phase and after a while i’d just answer with whatever popped in my head. it’s insane………..
Whew!
Well, as long as Zach saw a few dinos….I’d call it a successful day!
We won’t have a problem making conversation with Darcy. He makes them. π
Jacqueline: A secret moving wall? I’ll have to get the kids to help me find it today! This is an old house, after all – you never know!
Granny: Abnormal is such an ugly word. Let’s just call it unusual…But isn’t it nice to get glimpses into what’s going on in those heads? I take it they haven’t lapsed into mono-syllabic adolescence. (Which isn’t universal, anyway, as you undoubtedly know!)
MsS: You catch the spirit of this thing so well! I love little Darcy to bits, and you know, I’d never really noticed the questions oh, the questions, until this trip. Holy moley.
Bill: Darcy is a smart kid, not because he asks all these questions – they almost all go through a phase where every sentence starts with ‘why’ – but because he listens to the answers. Great kid.
Angela: This was not all the questions, not by any stretch. There were many, many more. I answered about 80% of them – not bad, I figure.
JW: My tots see a lot of coffee shops, it is true. And the weird thing? I never drink full-octane coffee. Never. I think it’s the pleasure of being in a grown-up environment!
Jen: From the dental pain to the sinus pain. It has been a bad, bad week for your head, you poor woman! I love Darcy, too.
Candace: Point taken! He is a lovely child, and the questions do not bother me, because, as I said to Bill above, Darcy LISTENS TO THE ANSWERS! I hate it when the questions, questions, questions pour out of a child, but when you attempt to answer one, they turn away, or talk to someone else, or ask another question. Now THAT’S annoying.
Darcy doesn’t do that. He’s interested in what he’s asking.
Kittenpie: Most days I don’t mind, if, as I’ve said a couple of times, the child genuinely wants to know. It’s fun to watch their curiosity about the world around them explode in a myriad of questions. Some days, though, it’s just exhausting – irritating, even – and on those days, they get very short answers, or they’re simply told that Mary is too tired to answer all those questions! Seems reasonable to me.
Hausfrau: Mary, why do you have those things in your ears? Mary, why aren’t you answering? Mary? Mary??
Kristen: No, Arthur wasn’t there. He does ask questions – though nothing like Darcy – but he never listens to the answers! As you’ll have gathered by now, this is my only gripe with the question phase. If it’s a sign of curiosity and burgeoning intelligence, I love it; if it’s merely a knee-jerk filling the air with verbiage, I really don’t.
Darcy: Darcy is three and a half. His birthday’s in the fall.
I do that, too, especially when I think the kid’s not listening, anyway – totally random answers. If they were listening, they’ll shoot me a “what the f*&k” look, if not, they just keep rambling on. Either way, I’m entertained! LOL
Lory: A successful day it was, indeed. Even Baby Nigel, who, being preverbal, doesn’t figure in this post, had a good time. (That half-a-head guy? Nigel stood and stared at that thing for a good three minutes, mesmerized.)
QueenBee: Yup, he’s got the social skill of asking questions (you know, to show interest and to draw people out) down pat. Although, you might find him to be a rather quiet child: around strangers, Darcy is sweetly shy. Big smiles, but bashful and silent.
Mstr A asked (and still asks) questions like that. Non-stop, everywhere about everything. he does listen to the answers – sometimes too closely – so i do try to answer properly as much as possible.
which may be a mistake, cos with his inability to understand different social situations, he expects to ask & be answered everywhere, including:
during church services at school
during the armistice day silence
and
at my grandmothers (very religious) funeral
embarrassing does not even start to describe it sometimes!
MrsA: He sounds like a bright boy. I’m sure he’d understand (if told in advance) that “this will be a save-those-questions-till-afterwards event”. I do that. Then, when the child starts to pop out with a question during the event – and you know they will – I just say “Later”. It generally works. Generally. (Nothing being guaranteed with kids, of course.)