Since Little Man has turned 3 he has been using the word ‘why’ more and more. It doesn’t matter what I say, he asks me why. Why don’t the horses have coats for the rain? Why does he need to hurry up? Why, why why! I love how inquisitive he is but sometimes I just don’t have the answers!! I wrote a little poem about it. Let me know if you know what I’m talking about!
Why Mummy Why?
Why Mummy why, do I need shoes to wear?
Because my darling, if you don’t people will stare.
Why Mummy why, must I sit still?
Because my sweet, you haven’t stopped fidgiting & I’ve had my fill.
Why Mummy why, do I have to get dressed?
Because my love, I’m late and about to be stressed.
Why Mummy why, do I have to learn to share?
Because my cherub, it is only fair.
Why Mummy why, must I have a bath?
Because my angel, teaching you to wash is putting you on the right path.
Why Mummy why, can’t I stay up late?
Because my ducky, if you don’t I may become irate.
Why Mummy why, can’t I keep saying no?
Because to be honest my lamb, I bloody said so.