So tonight’s dinner is going to be Chicken Satay (aka Chicken on a Stick). It’s one of those fuss a little, wait a little, lather, rinse, repeat kind of meal. I had the defrosted chicken on the kitchen counter for cutting and putting in the marinade and Beeb pulls up a chair to “help.” The conversation went a little like this:
Beeb: What dat?
Me: Defrosted chicken
Beeb: Why-eee? [Definitely a two syllable word]
Me: I’m making chicken on a stick for supper
Beeb: Why-eee?
Me: We needed something for supper and haven’t had this in a while.
Beeb: Why-eee?
Me: I don’t know, we just haven’t.
Beeb: Why-eee?
Me (firmly): I don’t know.
~I continue cooking and he watches for a few moments~
Beeb: Me lub chicken.
Me: You love chicken? That’s good.
Beeb: Me lub chicken and you.
Me: Awwww.
~Another pause~
Beeb: Wat loo do-in?
Me: Cutting the chicken into strips.
Beeb: Why-eee?
Me: So I can soak it in the marinade.
Beeb: Why-eee?
Me: Because that’s what the recipe says.
Beeb: Why-eee?
Me: I don’t know…you’d have to discuss that with whoever wrote the recipe.
Beeb: Why-eee?
Me (firmly): Because that’s just the way it is.
Don’t get me wrong…I’m delighted that he’s smart and wants to know how everything works, but sometimes the endless “why” starts to get to me. It’s fortunate that he’s so stinkin’ cute. Yesterday he was singing “What do you do with a scurvy pirate?” (a Backyardigan’s song) and it sounded something like “Wat loo do scooby pie-yit?” and the last line is “Make im walk ker-lank.” Hee. I guess I’ll keep him around a little longer.
1 comments:
Yeah, not why?, but how? do little guys do it? At that "why" stage, they can be so annoying and so darn endearing at the same time! And, of course, you have to answer the eternal "whys" because they're busy gathering information even though they seem to be asking just to be asking. A big hug to little Why? (and his two siblings, too).
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