She is going to be the end of me....

The QUESTIONS are going to KILL me. Seriously. They are never ending. Why, oh why, did I want her to speak????? I remember the babysitter saying to me, when Bella was 18 months old, that she was worried Bella would never talk. HUH?????? The 3 of us know to never bring up a topic unless we want 100 questions asked about it. Heaven forbid we see something outside of the car like a dog or a dump truck and make a comment.....

"What is that?? Why is it there?? What is it doing?? Why?? Where is it going? WHY?? Why did it do that?? WHY??? When is it coming back?? Why can't I see it?? Where is it? Who made it?? Why can't it come back?? Why is it going away??

And nothing shuts her up. I make things up to shut her up and that just gets me in more trouble. The questions double.

Today I dropped her off at preschool. I took my glasses off to give her a butterfly kiss. Wrong thing to do.

I: "Your eyes are green! Why are your eyes green?? What happened to them?"
ME: "God made them that way."
I: "But they are green. Why did God do that??"
ME: "Because He is God and He wanted them green."
I: "Why did He want them green??"
ME: "He made mine green and yours brown." (WRONG THING TO SAY!)
I: "Why are mine brown?? How did that happen?? Why are yours green? Why did God do that?"
ME: "We will talk about this when we get home." (I am now extremely late for work.)
I: "Why are we going to talk about this when we get home? Why are your eyes green?"
ME: "Bye, Isabella. I love you. Wave at the window!"

THROUGH THE FRICKIN' PLATE GLASS WINDOW, when she should have been blowing me kisses, SHE YELLS, "WHY ARE YOUR EYES GREEN???????" I yell back, "Go see what color Ellie's eyes are!!" and off she ran! Hey, teachers, it's your turn!!!