Two Years Old

My precious, adorable, sweet two year old is a delight.

Except….

that all he says, all day long, day in, day out, over and over and over, is this,

“whath’s dat?! whath’s dat?! whath’s dat?!”

“Mommy! Whath’s dat? An’ whath’s dat? An’ whath’s dat?”

Half the time I’m not sure what he’s pointing to. Is it the clock or the book? Is he asking about the stove or the pot?

Oh the pressure! What if he means the clock and I say, “It’s a book!”?

Will he be scarred for life? Years from now when I tell him to read a book, will he have the urge to say, “12:30 PM” and think he’s finished?

Really friends, the honest truth is, I don’t love this stage. Don’t get me wrong, I love the discovery, the delight for life, the way he loves his mommy more than anyone in the whole world. But the constant questions, ever curious, never stop talking stage. The stage when they absolutely must have their questions answered. I am not kidding you, he will ask the same question for 30 minutes straight until I answer him. (he probably would go longer, but I have tested him on this and couldn’t take it anymore!)

Am I horrible? Or am I just the mom of a precious, adorable, sweet two year old?

Just when I think I am at the end of my rope I look down and see this……

And I melt.

So I just pat him on the head and say,

“Yes baby? Oh that? That’s a clock.”

This will be reposted on my second blog.