My children are mysteries to me. Here is a sampling of the conundrums that confront me daily:
- Why aren’t their shoes together? One upstairs, one downstairs—why? How does this happen?
- What’s the big objection to sleep? I confess, I do remember crying at bedtime as a child, but now it’s my favorite part of the day.
- When I speak, what do they hear? Is it like that Far Side cartoon describing what dogs hear: “blah, blah, blah, blah, Ginger, blah, blah, blah.”
- How much ketchup do they need? Really.
- How can a person not like artichoke hearts?
- I admit, flatulence can be amusing in the right moment, but children do not distinguish the right moment from the wrong one. And I’m raising girls!
Am I alone? What riddles do your little darlings offer you?