I met my son about halfway between our houses to collect my grand-daughter, nearly 3. Her older brother is in camp for a couple of weeks and my daughter-in-law hadn’t found a camp program suitable for her. She’s been happy at home, helping her mother and playing with her baby brother. I offered to do a day of “grandma camp.”
As soon as she was buckled into her carseat, the “whys” began.
Why do I only have one carseat?
Why did I need to get gas in the car?
Why were the men working on the road? In the trees?
We were going to the local zoo and I decided I needed a stroller—the one piece of baby equipment I hadn’t accumulated. We stopped into Target and found an inexpensive umbrella stroller.
Why do you have to pay?
At the zoo, taking the stroller out of the car, I realized in my haste to get there, I hadn’t noticed that the wheels were attached to the frame with those tough plastic ties.
Why can’t you put the wheels on?
Having no tool in the car to cut them, we proceeded to walk around the zoo, shortening the visit.
The whys continued all afternoon. I loved answering them.
My favorite: Why is it taking so long for my birthday to come? (She has a another month.)
I’ve already planned the outing for this week. I can’t wait to answer more whys.