So. Many. Questions.

[rivka]

We've hit the big asking-questions phase. Or maybe just the first big asking-questions phase, because she hasn't even started to use the word "why" yet. Even without the ability to spin every conversation into an endless recursive chain of whys, it's still questions, questions, questions, all day long.

"'It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring...' where is the man?"

I thought that one was problematic enough, but it was nothing compared to the time today that she started interrogating me about a different song: "Where is the crawdad hole? ...What is a crawdad? ...Can we go fishing in the crawdad hole today? Will Papa go fishing in the crawdad hole too?"

"What is a vaccine? What is a germ? What is a temperature? What is a peanut? What is a Girl Scout?" What, indeed. I like language and I like supporting learning, but this is starting to wear on me a bit.

I had the idea that I would try keeping one day's record of the questions she asked. It would certainly be a good record of this time in her life. So this morning when I came downstairs (after hearing her pepper Michael with a long series of questions while I checked my e-mail) I got out my yellow legal pad.

I gave up after one hour, when there were already fifty-seven questions jotted down on the pad. Fifty-seven. In one hour.

Where is Papa's charger?
Is this the top?
Is it the top?
Where is Miss Michelle?
Can I hold it?
Where is my name?
Can you write my name on the top?
Can I write your name?
Where is the tape?
Is it all fixed now?
What is he up to?
Can you turn it on?
Where is the other side of the green part?
Where is it?
Can you write with this?
What did that make?
What is the big something?
What is big?
Where are they going?
Where are you going, guys?
Where are you going, Papa?
Where are you going, Mama?
Where are you going, Alex?
Is Papa going upstairs?
What are you going to do, Papa?
What are you going to do, Papa?
What are you going to do, Papa?
Can you say, "Oh, man!"?
Can you sing, "Little Mama wants to play"?
Can you sing, "Little Alex wants to play"?
Can you sing, "Little Alex go away"?
Where did the fish go?
Where did the colored fish go?
Can you find the pink one and the yellow one?
Which one is yours, Mama?
Which one's yours?
Which one's mine?
Can I have a little big piece of tape?
Where is the tape?
Can you help me open this?
Are you ready?
Can you draw something with me with this?
Can you draw something for me?
Which one is yours?
Do you guys want to have a tea party while you're coloring?
Which one is yours?
Which one is yours, Mama?
Which one is mine?
Can you bring me some paper to color with crayons?
Where is the mama?
What is she thinking about?
Does she have a dress?
Is that the mama or the papa?
Is that the mama or the papa?
Which one do I like?
Which blanket do I like with babies in it?
Which one do I like?

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[iamjw.livejournal.com]

*giggle* And now you've hit on the real reason for the invention of preschool - let them go ask somebody else for a while.