Inquisitive

I don't mind (that much) a million questions in a row. What I do mind is the SAME question a million times in a row.

Like "Where Daddy go? Where Daddy go? Where Daddy go?" (you get the idea). I mean, really, there are only so many times I can patiently answer, "Daddy's at work." "Daddy's at work." "Daddy's at work."

And then sometimes answering a question just segues into something like "Why Daddy go to work? Why Daddy go to work? Why Daddy go to work?"

Then there's what appears to be either a hearing problem (doubtful since he had his hearing thoroughly checked at age 1) or a comprehension problem. This results in *me* repeating myself over and over.

To continue with an example from above:
Xander: "Why Daddy go to work?"
Mommy: "So we have money to rent our house and buy food and clothes and toys."
Xander: "What?" (or, even more annoying, "Huh?")
Mommy: "So we have money to rent our house and buy food and clothes and toys."
Xander: "Huh?"
Mommy: exasperated sigh. "Did you not hear me?"
Xander: "Huh?"

I'm ready to sigh just writing this.

Good plans gone bad

Xander's a pretty smart guy. He knew that he needed to get higher to reach the pumpkins full of candy on top of the fridge. He didn't expect to still be 3 feet away.

What I really like is the pained expression on his face:

As any good parent would do, when I saw him I immediately reached for the camera.