Why is it when I make suggestions,
My kids always respond with questions.
When I say, “Come stand by me.” They respond with “Why?”
When I suggest a piece of fruit, They ask, “can I have pie?”
The questions keep on coming
Every hour of every day.
Sometimes it feels like questions,
Is all they have to say, like…
Are we there yet?
Why’s my tongue wet?
Do you want to make a bet?
Can you explain the national debt?
Why do you say I’ve had enough?
Why is elbow skin so rough?
Why is 3rd grade math so tough?
Why can’t I run ‘round in the buff?
Will we ever own a yacht?
Do I have to get a shot?
Could you wipe away my snot?
Do you think my forehead’s hot?
Do you wish you were a kid?
Did you see what my sister did?
Why does the toilet have a lid?
Can I go on e-Bay and bid?
Can you buy me, give me, take me?
Will you give me my own house key?
Why did daddy grow a goatee?
Do you think that I’m a cutie?
See how my nice my skin is glistening?
Does my hair need more conditioning?
Can I start theatre auditioning?
Mommy, are you even listening?
Sometimes the answer’s plainly yes,
Other times I just don’t know.
If I’m stuck, I have the choice of:
‘just because’ or ‘no.’
Some of their questions make me laugh
Some of them make me sigh,
Some of their inquiries make me shake my head
and wonder why?
It seems to me that parents should get an answer key,
cliff notes, or a cheat sheet, to unlock these mysteries.
But alas, having children does not come with a plan,
so I’ll keep fielding questions like only mommy can.