Showing posts with label Questions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Questions. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

"Does God Eat Candy?"

As every parent has experienced, little kids ask a million questions about everything. The questions are often embarrassing, too, and spoken in their loudest voices within earshot of strangers. "Why can't I have purple eyes? Can I give you a movie star kiss, Mom? Do frogs pee? What's a tam-pon?" "Why does poop stink?"--this one asked by my friend Lauri's granddaughter in a bathroom stall. And of course, there's the big one: where do babies come from? I'm sure I lied the first couple times this one was posed to me. I would try to be patient with all these questions, answering to the best of my knowledge, even when whatever I said would just elicit another "Why?"
But now I find myself in a strange role reversal where I'm asking the questions and the girls are the (im)patient ones. On Sunday Katie and I were driving back to Eau Claire from my mom's, listening to Katie's choice of radio station. "Are Guns and Roses still together?" I asked. She gave me a weird look, and I know she was doing an internal eye roll: oh no, Mom's trying to be cool. "What's a Hollaback Girl?" was my next question. I had asked Erica that one before, but didn't remember what she said. "Who sings this song?" was asked multiple times. (Katie did question me once: who's more annoying, John Tesh or Ryan Seacrest? I say John Tesh, hands down. I'll take my music without a lecture, thank you.)
Katie gets annoyed watching movies with me because I always recognize an actor/actress but can't recall their names. "What else has he been in?" I'll inquire. "Mom, you ask that every time we watch this!!" Like, write it down!
On Facebook, I ask Erica "What is kefir?" when she writes that she drank a whole carton of it. She works for Sex Out Loud, the campus sexual health organization, and I might have questions about some of the stuff she writes in her weekly sex info column for the student newspaper, but do I really want the answers?
They have suffered through my struggles with technology: how do I text message? Can you show me how to take a picture with my phone? How do I change the ring tone? How do I get a picture from my Facebook album to be my profile picture? Can I put pictures on the computer without using a USB cord? How do I make the DVD player stop playing the movies in Spanish?
So now they know what it's like. Dealing with inquiring minds is not easy. If there comes a day years from now when I ask "Do frogs pee?" I hope they will smile at me kindly and come up with a satisfactory answer.