She is getting me during a time of weakness so I can't even bribe (unless I was a vending machine)

Holy Christ on Crutches!  The questions that I get from Laurel on a daily basis are killing me! I wake up feeling like I am facing a pop quiz that where I am not prepared.  Rachel asks the standard "why" every now and then but currently her favorite phrase is "Go Away".  With Laurel, when I was a new mom, I would have been heart broken.  With Rachel (as a weathered mom), I take it to heart and get the hell out of dodge.

When becoming a new parent, the stress of the questions from a child seem to revolve around "why".  I saw that growing up with two young cousins.  Between the ages of 18 months to six, the transition from sentence to sentence was, "why".  After awhile you actually don't answer..you distract and then you bribe.

But Laurel is peppering me with definition questions.  And these questions hit me during the commute to school or vice versa when I am just trying to make it to point A to B while my mind is multi-tasking about work, dinner and some craptastic task.    She is getting me during a time of weakness so I can't even bribe (unless I was a vending machine).. so I just distract or lie.
How do you describe,  "describe"?  (It's 7:42...) Hey who wants to turn up the radio really loud?
What is a geisha? It's a fancy lady who pours tea..(I read Memoirs of a Geisha... the word hooker, always, very prominent in my mind.)

And then this one:  Have you ever wondered why you were born?

Granted the first reaction to this is, "Holy Shit!" But, I understand where she was coming from with this question.  Laurel and I were talking about something that my Nana taught my mother, and then my mom taught me and now I am the mom...It's sounds deep but I am talking about the string game of Cat's Cradle.  I can see her reasoning of why she is part of this family.."Why she is her?"  So basic right now, but I know the same question will come up later in life...when she has been rewarded and can't imagine why her.  Or, the worse, when some boy is just a douche bag or some other form of defeat.

The only reason why I hate these questions is because I don't know how to answer them.  But then there will be others that I just don't want to answer right now...questions that will involve tampons, boys and sex.

This is the only time that I wish I had given birth to boys.  I am not proud. I would have passed the buck to Ching...