20 Questions

Monday, July 20, 2009

The only thing worse than a chatterbox 4-year-old who asks tons of questions is having a chatterbox 4-year-old who asks tons of questions and is difficult to understand. We usually wind up playing 20 questions everytime we have a conversation in the car...Can you use another word Katie? Is it a person? What sound does it start with? That being said, we do have some pretty interesting conversations while driving. The four-year-old mind never ceases to crack me up.

Last week (on the way to Little Gym class that has recently moved buildings)

Katie: Mom, how do they do that?
Me: Do what?
Katie: Move eveythin?
Me: Huh?
Katie: Move eveythin?
Me: Oh, they packed all the equipment up in boxes.They packed all the boxes into a big truck and then they drove it all to the new building and unpacked it.
Katie: But, moooom - how the gymnastics teachers get there?
Me: (laughing) Katie, they get in their cars and they drive to the new building. Katie, the gymnastics teachers don't live at the Little Gym. After our class is done, they go home to their house. This is just where they work.
Katie: Oh, where their houses, mommy..............

Today (still not ready to let go of our conversation from last week)

Katie: But, mom - how they move it all?

(Yes, this question just pops up out of nowhere and because I'm supermom I know just what she's talking about...I then repeat everything I told her last week)

Katie: But how they move the buildings?

P.S. I hate, hate, hate the new location. Among other things, they have "wisely" faced the gym so that the gym front (where we watch the kids from) faces the open store front window and instead of seeing our kids, now all we see is glare from outside. I am actually so annoyed by this that as the first of our gymnastic friends to see the new gym I sent out a big whine to my group of gymnastics mommy friends, to which my friend Cyndi replied...Come on, Julie, tell us how you really feel. Lol! Yes, I hate it. It may be time to make a change if they don't get some blinds up by the end of the summer.

Oh and in addition to explaining about the move again today, I also gave Katie a lesson on what the butcher does. I think I'll save that story for tomorrow, though.


Millennium Housewife July 20, 2009 at 2:31 PM  

Oh dear, I've had the butcher talk too, upshot? No lamb because they're cute, but chicken is fine because they have wobbly necks. Don't get her started on pigs...

Mummy McTavish July 22, 2009 at 6:21 AM  

Do some of the questions just stump you? Not that you don't know the answer but that you just can't figure out how they even thought up the question! I can't wait for the butcher story!

Elle Bee July 23, 2009 at 1:17 PM  

Hahaha, this sounds very familiar. We have conversations like that too!

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