Do any of you guys have kids who like to repeat the same questions fifteen-thousand times a day? Brooklyn is such a broken record these days. I think it's just a phase she's going through and I should just smile and enjoy it. But there are days when, after repeating myself a million times, I get frustrated and I feel like an idiot saying the same things again and again.
As I walked Clay and Brooklyn into the preschool today, Brooklyn began drilling me with the same set of questions she asks me every single day.
"Mama, why is there salt on the road?"
"To melt the ice."
"The salt melts the ice?"
"Yes," I sigh. She's asked me this same question every day for the last 2 1/2 months.
"Mama, does Clay have to hold your hand?"
"Yes, he has to hold my hand in the parking lot."
"So a car doesn't hit him?"
"Yes, I don't want him to get hit." I've heard this question since September.
"Are we late, Mama?"
In all honestly, we usually are running late (shocking, I know). Today we were actually on time.
"No, Sweetie. We're on time?"
Confused, she asked, "We're not late???"
As we walk down the hall to Clay's class, Brooklyn asks the same questions she repeats every day.
"Can I have water, Mama? Look a frog! Is that a bus? Look snowmen! Is that a bear?"
"Sure, I see the frog, yes, it's a bus, I see the snowmen, yes it's a bear." It's my running litany.
After doing the whole "I have to give Clay and kiss and a hug - no, not outside his class - INSIDE his class - AFTER he sits down" thing, we left to run some errands.
"Where are we going?" Brooklyn asks.
"We have to go to the bank and the grocery store," I tell her.
"We go to the bank?"
"And the grocery store?"
She pauses a minute and then asks again, "We go to the grocery store, Mama?"
"Oh. Where are we going?"
"The grocery store and the bank."
"We go to the bank and the store?"
After getting in the car and telling me to turn up the radio until the windows are rattling, she asks me once again, "Where are we going, Mama? Are we going to the bank now? I like the bank. Are we going to the bank?"
Please tell me she's just a creature of habit and feels comfort in repeating the same sentences again and again and again...
On the bright side, Brooklyn's daily conversation is generously peppered with, "I love you, Mama!" Now, there's something I never grow tired of hearing or responding to.