Why?

It is officially upon us: the incessant, unrelenting, never-satisfied question from Warner: Why? In my mothering naivete I thought he might just skip the why phase, since he literally never asked why, not even once, until a few weeks ago. Now it seems as though he's making up for lost time.

The funniest part to me is the fact that he asks why to the strangest things. Not just in response to me asking him to do something. But to things like after me saying we're going to MOPS today, he'll ask why. How am I supposed to answer that?

Warner: Where's Daddy?
Me: Work.
Warner: Why?
Me: Because he has to work so we'll have money.
Warner: Why?
Me: Because it costs money to live.
Warner: Why?
Me: Because it costs money to have a house, food, and clothes.
Warner: and Maren?
Me: Yes, I suppose it costs money to have Maren, too.

Kevin's mom sent the kids these matching Halloween jammies this week. I love them. I relish any chance to put my children in matching clothes. I'm not sure why that is so appealing to me, but it is. Getting them in the jammies last night was easy. Trying to get a picture of them together in them was not as successful. And, she's done.