My three-year-old son has reached that infamous “why?” stage. He asks a lot of questions. About everything. At first I thought it was great that he was inquisitive, even cute. Now he’s just reaching comical heights with his never-ending interrogations!
Here are a very select few from the past few days:
By the way, he really did ask me why the sky is blue! He couldn’t understand why I was laughing.
Have you had a little one go through this stage? Were you laughing or crying (or both)?