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Questions You Ask As the Parent of Small Children
- March 15, 2016
- Whitney Hsu
When I was a kid (and even now) it seemed to me my mom knew everything. If I was sick, she knew exactly what I needed to feel better. If I had lost something, she knew where it was. Even when I was a teen, she knew the fastest way to get anywhere and the best place to buy anything. Now that I’m the mom, I’m constantly confronted with questions that I’m asking my mom, my other mom friends, or even Google. (“Thank goodness for Google!” said all the millennial parents.) Here are just a few of the questions I feel like I’m constantly wondering:
Why won’t she eat banana anymore?
How much Tylenol do you give to a one year old?
What color poop should the baby have?
What day is it?
Will my kid ever get all his teeth?
Will I ever sleep again?
Where is the other sippy cup?
When will my kid just put his own clothes on?
How do I get up this many times in a night, and not die?
When did I last shower?
What does a concussion look like in a toddler?
How do I get that stain out?
Do I really have to wash my coffee mug every day?
How can it possibly still be two hours until bedtime?
Weren’t we just at the doctor’s office?
Does the baby have any clean pajamas?
Why does my daughter outgrow her clothes so quickly?
What’s the liquid on the floor?
Why is formula so expensive?
Is potty training this hard for everyone?
Do the grocery store people know me by name?
When will my kids be able to buckle themselves into the car?
What would I be doing right now if I didn’t have all these kids?
How fast do toddlers run?
How do we go through diapers so quickly?
Where’d that come from?
How am I out of clean underwear again already?
What sound does a zebra make? (Okay, I didn’t wonder that one, but I did have to Google it for my daughter.)
If you’ve ever asked Google or your own mom any of these things, then we could be friends. Just be careful when deciding if it’s poop or chocolate.