Chatty Cathy

Sometimes, I wonder if we should change our daughter's name to Cathy.

No joke...I would venture to say I was asked over 100 questions today.

"Mommy, why do sharks bite?" "Mommy, what is this table made out of?" "Mommy, who gave me this plate?" "Mommy, why did the Queen turn into an old woman?" "Mommy, did that tree fall over because it didn't get enough to drink?" "Mommy, what do squirrels eat?"

I was asked all of those and then 90 more. No, I am not complaining...I feel guilty.

At night...when the busy chatter box is in bed....she calls for one of us to come in so we can give her a sip of water. Then, a random question is asked. "Mommy, why do turtles swim?"

I have to kiss her on the forehead, give a sip of water, and say "just because dear....I love you! See you in the morning."

Because, if I stayed in her room and answered every question....every random question...I would never leave her room.

Thankful for my chattering and curious little kid.

The End.