Variations of this question include: What were you thinking? What did you hope to accomplish here? Or my personal favorite, What on earth possesed you to do this?
I very rarely get a coherent response. In fact, my query is often met with silence.
Here are some of the Why's I found myself asking this week.
Adelaide, why did you stick a rhinestone up your left nostril?
Why were you trying to step on Caedmon's back?
Atticus, why did you dump heaps of wet sand on your head when I specifically told you not to?
Why did you bite Caedmon on the forehead?
Why did you smear Vaseline all over Caedmon's bedroom window? Again?
|I took this after I had managed to scrape most of the sand off of him but before his bath.|
Caedmon, why do you keep spitting up on the floors, the rugs, the furniture, our clothes, my hair, and in my mouth? (It was gross. And warm.)
|Caedmon, how can you be happy here...|
|...but so distraught ten seconds later?|