One hundred and seventy seven questions asked of me, from Ivy, from the time she got up from her afternoon nap until she went to bed.
That was over a period of two and a half hours.
Which puts her questioning rate just above one question per minute.
Then you realize that I didn’t actually talk to her for two and a half hours straight (because clearly my head would have exploded). It was more like many minutes of blissful silence while Ivy was otherwise occupied followed by rapid fire questions as soon as she caught me again. At one point I counted seven questions in one minute. SEVEN in a minute, I’m not even sure how she manages to breathe.
Then she got back out of bed, and went to the bathroom and between hearing about the “mama poop” and the “baby poops” and getting her back into bed I had another 31 fired off at me.
That’s right a grand total of TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHT since five o’clock.
Yes, I know, learning, development, blah, blah, blah…
Just don’t come over here and ask me any questions, I’m not guaranteeing what the response will be.