To change it up a little

Since my last entry got eaten by Blogger, here's a different type of post. Hopefully the high-powered crap editor will leave it alone.

I love my kid. Really, I do. I kiss and cuddle him all the time and tell him at least 100 times a day how much I love him. I miss him when he's away and I come close to crying when I think about him starting kindergarten.

Sometimes, though, I just want to put his head under the couch and leave him there.

My son talks. And talks and talks and talks. I guess it's normal for a 4 3/4 year-old, but it drives me to the brink of insanity after a few hours. It's worse these days because he's totally gotten back into the why stage.

Example:

"Why doesn't the toy work?"

"Because it needs a battery. It takes button cells and we don't have any."

"Oh. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why don't we have any?"

"Because I haven't bought any."

"Why haven't you bought any?"

"Because I haven't gone to the store yet."

"Oh. Why haven't you gone to the store yet?"

And on and on and on. If why's don't work anymore, he switches to how's.

The other day we had the most ridiculous conversation in the history of the world. I was reading him his book about sharks and it got to the part about how mothers will sometimes eat their young.

"The pups swim away quickly in case the mother is hungry."

"Why would she be hungry?"

"Because she needs to eat."

"And who would she eat?"

"Her pups."

"And why do they swim away?"

"So she won't eat them."

"Oh. (long pause) Why hungry?"

"What?"

"Who?"

"What?"

"What?"

At which point we were left sitting there staring at each other.

He's a smart kid. He can count to 100 (with a bit of help), knows his alphabet, does simple addition and subtraction, and has even started to sound out words and read. He just doesn't listen when I talk and so comes accross as being incredibly dim-witted at times. Maybe he's been spending too much time with his Dad...