I know I’d probably eat my words when the nest is empty or when I’m 64, whichever comes earlier, but I just need to say this:
I’m so tired answering questions, and so tired of questions!
Gawd’, I can’t even begin describing how exhausted I am, fielding questions that come fast and furious every single waking moment from Ben who’s now four half, and Becks who’s just turned three last week. I’m talking about almost zero minutes of silence here in my life, except on weekdays where they are at kindergarten for three hours, of course; but I’m pretty sure they are giving their teachers a tough time too asking ‘why’ and ‘what’ and ‘how’ and ‘who’. But then again when they are at school, I’m with Nat who is now babbling non stop, so there you have it – the reason why I.am.so.tired.
So Ben and Becks love questions. They breathe, live, eat, drink and dream them.
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When a call comes, the kids scream in my ears and ask ‘Who is it?’ and why the person is calling; when I’m on the phone, they ask who I am messaging and why I’m sending a message.
Becks: Are you messaging, Mama?
Me: Yes. (I try to stick to one-word answers, hoping this would end all questions.)
Ben: Who, Mama?
Me: I’m replying Dada.
Becks: Why?
Me: Cos’ it’s raining and he’s concerned if I would manage ok taking bus with you.
[And so this begins the never-ending series of question regarding travelling in the rain]
Ben: Why is he concerned ah? [Pause. Waits for answer. No answer. Continue.]
Ben: Ya it’s raining, so why you cannot take the car? Can we take taxi?
Becks: Why Dada message you?
Ben: Why cannot take taxi?
Me: Expensive.
Ben: Why is taxi expensive? And why we take bus in the rain is ok?
Becks: Where’s Dada’s car?
Ben: Did he park it here?
Becks: Is he driving now?
Ben: If he’s not using it, why you cannot go and take it?
Becks: Can we take taxi?
Ben: Why you have no money to take taxi? Is bus cheaper than taxi? But if we take bus we’ll be wet you know.
And the questions go on. Questions, questions, and more questions. This goes on until (a) they begin quarrelling among themselves cos’ both of them want to ask at the same time or (b) I go beserk trying to answer their questions. All because I told them the content of their father’s message.
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I sometimes dread telling the kids to look out for things or point out interesting things in their surroundings because I always get a series of ‘why’ and ‘what’ and ‘how’ that follows. I can go, “Hey guys, look! The construction workers are using the steam roller to flatten the tar on the roads” and that’s like opening a big can of worms which I can never shoo back into the can, because it would be followed with questions like:
‘Why are they putting tar on the road?’
‘Do the uncles need to sleep?’
‘Is it noisy for them? Why they don’t cover their ears?’
‘Is the steam roller hot? Will they be burnt?’
‘Why do the uncles work when it’s drizzling now?’
‘Do they get a lot of money for doing this?’
Yes, these are valid questions. In my frustration from answering too many questions, I have categorized questions into ‘stupid’ and ‘intelligent’ and told the kids to only ask intelligent ones. Now you know why I am so tired.
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It’s also becoming quite a challenge for me to read to the kids. The challenge is always on my patience. Questions fill their minds. All the time. They need to know why all.the.time. They absolutely must find out why Peter and Jane are going to the toy store, why they bought toys and sweets, why Pat the dog cannot eat the fish and why Peter and Jane jumped from the rock into the water at the beach (we are reading Key Words with Peter and Jane 1a, 1b and 2a right now). When we read Dear Zoo, Ben kept asking why he can’t write to the zoo to send him a pet. When we read Giraffes Can’t Dance, Becks and Ben kept asking why Gerald the Giraffe suddenly can, and if he could at the end of the story, then why is the title the title (Gerald the Giraffe eventually danced, didn’t he?).
My answers? I told them to go ask the book. Please talk to Peter, Jane, Rod Campbell and Gerald.
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I am really tired. Question: Can I have another brain just to answer their questions?