So many questions, so little time

Here are some of the questions I have been asked in the past 24 hours:

Can I have a cell phone when I turn 9?
Where is my yo-yo?
Do I have to eat the green beans?
Did you fix my frog yet?
Did you sew my nightgown yet?
What's for dinner?
Why do I have to go to school?
Have you ever seen a french fry walking down the street talking on a cell phone?
Where is my yo-yo?
Where is my homework?
Where is my yo-yo?
Do we HAVE to pick up the girls?
Where are my shin guards?
Why can't I watch a show?
Does this mean I can't play soccer in the house?
What is a cherry-picker?
Can I paint my fingernails?
Where is my yo-yo?
Where is my pencil?
Can you help me with my homework?
Can you do my homework?
Can I fingerpaint?
Why can't I fingerpaint?
Why do people have tattoos?
Why does Emmett (neighbor) smoke so much?
Where is my yo-yo?

As you might imagine, I really hope I find the flippin' yo-yo soon.

See, this is part of what I mean by motherhood being ridiculous. It is simply ridiculous to be asked so many questions, by so many people, in such a short span of time. My favorite, of course, is the one about the french fry and the cell phone. What goes on in those little heads, one can only imagine.


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