Why?

Micah has officially hit the "why" stage. In the 1 hour time span of he and I cooking a single dessert today, I counted 72 why's. And I'm sure I missed a few. Here are just a few examples...

• "Why are you not using the whole stick of butter?"
• "Mom, why is that called vanilla?"
• After attempting to lick his fingers after getting egg all over them as I quickly yell "NO!" "But why mommy?"
• After sticking his finger in unsweetened cocoa powder, putting it in his mouth and nearly gagging, "MOM! Why do you put that yucky stuff in there?"
• After dumping M&M's on the ground for Abbey to eat as I attempt to frantically clean them up and at the same time calmly explain that chocolate will kill a dog, "Why? Is it okay for me to eat chocolate?"

Talk about exhausting. That doesn't even scratch the surface of all the questions he asked. I can appreciate the need for a child this age to ask these questions as part of development, but when you're in the midst of it, it's hard to not lose patience. Needless to say, we finished up that one dessert, I put him down for his nap and rushed to finish the other food before he woke up so I could avoid another 150 question why game. I should have figured he'd wake up and say "Why did you cook without me, mom?" :)

At the end of the day though, I always find myself reflecting that it's actually really funny and sweet to hear him asking these questions. I find a lot of his questions end up getting so far down the "why" tree that it often times leads to conversations about God and how much He loves us. When Micah prays at night now, it's hard for me not to tear up when I hear him say "God, thank you for the trees. Thank you for the sunshine. Thank you for the ducks. Thank you for mommy. Thank you for daddy. Thank you for Katie. Thank you for Abbey. Thank you for trains. Amen."

So all that to say, I suppose I can put up with this stage. I at least need to get used to it since Katie isn't far behind. When I put him to bed tonight, I told him thanks so much for helping me cook today. It was hard to contain my laughter when he responded, "No problem, Mom. Anytime."