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.
Behind the Willows 
LOL! How could you not want to look at that face and tell her everything she wants to know. If only they would take a breath and wait for an answer.
I had no idea classifying poops was so common. I thought my Natalie was just strange when she labeled them. Then she passed it on when helping her little brother. We have mommy, daddy, baby and family poops at our house.
And the questions,ahhh…right now mine are mostly “what dat do?”, I try to answer with something appropriate then.. “why?”, often continuing in a vicious circle til I say “because” and walk away. I do get a break from the questions when he is a puppy and he whines and paws at my legs and crawls around panting and licking things.
Cara, I’m so glad to here that you have family’s of poop in your house too! Also hearing about the “puppy” who sometimes lives with you made me laugh because Ivy is also a kitty sometimes, but the kitty asks questions too, there in no escape. My most successful tactic for getting out of that circular questioning problem is to just give the longest most detailed scientific answer I can come up with. The more complex boring and over her head I go the better, she will eventually get bored with her crazy mom and wander off… Of course then she comes back and fires off as many questions in a row as possible without breathing but what can you do!?
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