Why?

Twice a week I watch a really cute little girl for a friend of mine. I love her and love having her in my home...her mom doesn't even read this blog so I really am being sincere. The only thing that is about ready to drive me to drink is the repetition of her favorite word...why.

"What are you doing?"

"Washing clothes."

"Why?"

"Because they're dirty."

"Why?"

And so it goes. Most of the time it doesn't bother me, but today was not that day.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning the dishes."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the only one that ever does anything around here, sweetheart. I'm cleaning the dishes from last night's dinner because I was hoping to high heaven that once, just once, someone besides myself would see that dirty dishes need to be cleaned and dishes don't wash themselves, but alas, my sweet three year old, that never happens. Watch and learn honey, because thirty-plus years from now, this will be you. You'll be cleaning the kitchen three times a day just to wake up in the morning and clean it again. You'll wash four loads of laundry every other day and and every two weeks or so you'll ask yourself why you never put any of those clothes away right after they were done and you'll curse yourself for letting the clean clothes mix with the dirty clothes so now you have ten loads of laundry to do. You'll find yourself wanting to vomit because apparently your nine year old son doesn't understand that the wall is not a place to wipe his poopy fingers and booger hands. You'll ask yourself if you're really the only one that sees shiz falling out of the garbage can and onto the floor and wonder if you're the only one who knows where the garbage bags are. Get used to it sweetie. This will be your life."

"Why?"

"Never mind, sweetheart. Never you mind."