Why do kids ask so many questions?  And more importantly when do they stop?  I’m going on twelve years of questions and I see no end in sight.  When my children were young and not talking I just couldn’t wait for the day when they would talk.  Now, I wonder when they are going to shut up!  Believe me, it’s only a short hop from saying your name to asking questions.  And boy oh boy, once they start with the questions it just never stops.

Now, as a parent, I’ve always tried to answer any question that my children ask me.  I believe that if I want them to talk to me then I must talk to them.  But I can honestly say that it’s getting to a point when their talking is just about driving me crazy.  I should qualify that, it’s not the talking; I find my children to be especially interesting people.  What is starting to drive me crazy is the constant asking of questions.

Bear in mind, I do not take exception to just regular question asking, like what’s for dinner, or are we doing anything today.  Even curious questions; those about sex, life, girls and society are all acceptable.  But recently I’ve been getting what I can only call annoying and bazaar questions.  It’s almost as if my kids are testing me to see if I’ve changed my answer.

I cannot tell you how many times my oldest son has asked me what my favorite song of Michael Jackson’s was.  Each and every time I answer the same, Thriller.  Then he’ll ask me questions like, “Did you have cell phones when you were growing up?”  to which I’ll reply – no.  But of course that must not satisfy him, or perhaps he sees an alternative motive in my answer – seeing as I’m opposed to my kid having a cell phone, and ask me this very same question once again.  Now, just so you know, it’s not like we’re talking days between these questions.  This might only be as long as an hour or so.

The questions that can really come as surprising to me is when my kids ask me questions about sports, and not those generic questions either – like “what your favorite baseball team” but rather “Who won the World Series in 1912?”  As if I should know.  Or, and this one can be quite insulting, “Did you ever see Babe Ruth play?”  How old do my kids think I am, anyway?

I’m to the point where I think summer needs to end and my kids need to get back into school because clearly I do not have the answers to some of these questions.  And obviously my kids are seeking out things that I can help them with.

I love my kids.  They’re great.  They’re smart, friendly, joyful people.  But really, what’s up with all this knowledge?  Is it really necessary?  And why me?  I guess I should count my blessings.  I could be the parent with the kid that doesn’t talk to them. 

But let’s just say that as far as answers go, I’m just about tapped out.  I have a question though, what will I do when this all end?