My kids ask a lot of questions. So many in fact that I post them for the amusement of my readers – and me, to be honest. If ever I’m feeling down, reading a few of my kids’ questions usually cheers me up. Wondering why human beings need pants, where beards come from or whether or not Japanese people smoke can usually take my mind off things.
But what would I like to ask them in return?
Why are you too tired to get up at 7.30 on a school day, but happy to bounce into our room and announce ‘it’s 5.58!’ on a Saturday morning?
Likewise, why are you never tired enough to fall asleep before 10pm?
Why do you never come into the same room to talk to me, but shout ‘Mummy!’ from your seat in front of the telly, even though I’m busy making your tea in the kitchen?
Why do you suddenly switch off the telly and find something to do five minutes before it’s time to get ready for bed?
Why will you never engage in conversation about your day at school, but will always need to have an urgent and in-depth discussion with me as I am negotiating a tricky junction in the car?
Why do you always drop your clothes on the floor, except when you put clean ones straight in the wash?
Why, when you are the fussiest kids known to man, will you gloat when someone else doesn’t like something you like or won’t try something?
Why, after a lifetime of getting ready to get out of the house, can you still not remember to brush your teeth, wash your face and brush your hair every single morning?