So, the other day my 3 year old came to me and started begging for a snack. Well, I was in the middle of making dinner so I didn’t want him to have a “real” snack at that moment, but he wouldn’t leave me alone and there was at least one other child screaming, so I gave in and cut him off a chunk of the cheese I was using for dinner and told him to go play.
Two more rounds of Cheerios for the baby later, my hungry little boy comes back to me, and this time with the long hard plastic tube from my vacuum cleaner.
As he hands it to me, he said, “Mama, my cheese stuck in the wacuum, you get it out?”
Now, did I scold the boy for losing his snack?
No.
Did I ask why in the world he was playing with my vacuum?
No.
Did I even pretend this was out of the ordinary?
No.
I just took the tube, and told him to go wash up for dinner.
Some questions just aren’t worth asking.
Questions you know that you will not like the answer to have to be asked at a time you do like