Why, Daddy? Why, Mommy? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

It’s my son’s new favorite word. I was hoping we’d either missed this stage or weren’t there yet. But here we are. Why? Why? Why?

As my husband is headed out the door, Future President asks, “Why you do that, Daddy?”

“I have to go to work.”


“To make money.”

“To buy me presents?”

A conversation with a two-year old is sometimes completely pointless. But then there are the “Whys?” that make me pause. I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know why red lights mean stop. (See A brief history of traffic signals.) I don’t know why car lights are so bright. I don’t know why some airplanes make long trails of exhaust and others don’t. I don’t know why the Portland train is called the Max. And so, like a good librarian, I do my research. Of course, Future President doesn’t care about the question or the answer more than 30 seconds after he’s asked “Why?” He’s moved on to the next one.

Next time we’re at the library, I’m going to check out a few books like Why? The Best Ever Question and Answer Book about Nature, Science and the World Around You and National Geographic Little Kids First Big Book of Why. Because I don’t want to be the “Because I said so” mom. At least not to everything.



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