It’s a Compulsion, I Tell Ya…
The usual mad scramble of getting multiple toddlers out the door is under way, punctuated at every single step by Darcy’s “why’s”.
“All right, it’s time to go out. Put your toys away, please.”
“Why?”
“Everyone? Take your slippers off now.”
“Why?”
“Here’s your coats. Darcy, would you help Zach with his coat, please?”
“Why?”
The questions are reflexive. He’s not thinking about what he’s asking: “why” is just popping out without any thought whatsoever. Given that we have gone through this procedure at least four hundred times in his life, there really can’t be that much mystery in it any more!
I call him over and speak gently-but-firmly into his wee face.
“Darcy. I do not have time to answer all these questions. I have good reasons for everything I’m telling you. I know that if you stop and think for a second, you can figure out why we’re doing all this. There is not time to explain every single thing. So, Darcy: Please stop asking ‘why’.”
His blue eyes meet mine. He nods, and then…
“Why?”
His eyes widen, he gasps, and smacks both hands over his mouth. We fall together, laughing.
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