Mason has been rolling out the funniest sayings lately. It must be his age (happy 4th birthday to him last week!) - or just the fact that he's a big goofball. He is definitely in the "why" stage.
We were driving down the highway and he had been asking me questions non-stop for an eternity (okay, 15 minutes but it felt like much longer).
We were crossing a bridge so I asked him if he saw the bridge and the boats, etc. Then he pops off with, "STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS MAMA!" Okay question man. Like he's one to talk.
The conversation went something like this: Mason asks about something and when I answer he asks why. I try to explain and then...
"Why?" he asks again.
"Because...(insert some random answer)," I say as I try to think of something that will satisfy his curiosity because saying I don't know does not cut it for this kid.
"Why?" he asks again. Repeat above sequence about three more times.
Then Mason says, "Why, why, why, why! Why do I ask why all the time?"
"Good question, son!" That's the only response I can muster.