Long-time readers of our blog might remember a classic post that Jenn wrote a couple of years ago entitled "
Why Me?" When I put our posts together into a Blurb book a few months ago, I re-read that post and Jenn and I have been laughing about it ever since. I'm happy to report that the "Why?" questions have died down considerably over those two years (although they could be just around the corner again if Ellis follows in Henry's footsteps), so we can now look back and laugh at the hilarious things we were forced to explain to a 3-year-old.
Unfortunately, the Why Phase has been replaced by another, perhaps worse one: the What If Phase. For those of you that haven't yet had the pleasure of living with a child in the What If Phase, let me give a brief description. Your 5-year-old has an imagination that knows no bounds, and NEVER stops. He has decided that the best way to use this imagination is to conjure up wild scenarios, precede them with the phrase "What if..." and then DEMAND an answer from his parents. He will not rest until he has gotten some response. It is his quest in life to know exactly what you think would happen if that wild scenario actually took place. It does not matter if his parents are trying to talk to each other, deal with another screaming child, navigate a new area of Boston, purchase groceries, or flee a burning house. He needs to know, NOW. When your child is in the What If Phase, you can say goodbye to uninterrupted anything.
But the real problem with the What If Phase is that there is no good answer to the questions your child asks. Jenn and I collected a sample of the What Ifs that we have gotten over the past 72 hours or so. How would you respond to some of these?
What if...
- it was 2,000 and a zillion degrees?
- 22 million ants and 1 queen plus 32 quadrillion queens plus 32,000 workers went marching in to town?
- there was an intersection with way more than 4 roads, and you were just driving in circles in the middle of it?
- there was a place that had no moon or stars?
- the boss of the Motts Company told everybody in the whole company they were fired?
- there was a crouton as big as our house?
- there were dinosaurs in the clouds, and then the clouds broke up and then the dinosaurs went out of the clouds?
- you and I were walking to Joy School, and every time we saw someone we knew, they gave me some bread, and on my bike I had a basket, and we put the bread in the basket, and then we got to have the bread for afternoon snack?
- we baked some bread shaped like you, and every time you did something nice, we got to put cinnamon sugar in it, and we spelled "I Love Jenn" with butter and cinnamon?
- there was a car that didn't have wheels, but it just rolled because it was shaped like a wheel!?!
- they kept feeding us candy and it never stopped?
- I did all of my jobs before and after the timer?
- 3002 became known as the treat-weather year?
- I was an astronaut and I need to use the toilet?
Okay, so that last one you might be able to answer. But the rest of them? We find ourselves saying things like, "wow, that would be crazy," or, "whoa, that would be scary!" over and over again. At first, naive little parents that we were, we tried to imagine along with him, thinking this was a great game and a good way to interact with our kid. But after about 75 What Ifs, my imagination just breaks down. I just can't keep it up any longer, so at this point as soon as I hear the "What if..." my brain literally shuts him out, and when it sounds like he's done with his question I muster a, "that would be wild, Henry," and usually that's enough for him until about 30 seconds later when he comes up with another one. My other go-to option is to retort with something like, "what if there was this boy named Henry who actually got his pajamas on when I asked him to?" Shockingly, that has yet to actually get him to put his pajamas on! :)
Henry's other recent use of imagination is to invent new games. I think this stems from the fact that I got an iPod Touch a while ago that I let him play games on occasionally. Now, he invents his own games, complete with levels and points, and the whole family gets to play them! "Playing" them basically consists of us trying to act things out, while Henry makes up a bunch of rules that (a) don't exactly make sense and (b) ensure that he wins. Here's a quick sampling of some of the titles:
- We Are Shooters
- Kill Game Route Shoot
- Blood Vessel Defenders
- Star Killers
- Route Number All War Game
- Animal Savers
- Spy Action!
Lastly, after studying up in his Children's Encyclopedia (easily the most-read book in our house), Henry came up with a game called "Questions of the Human Body." The way this game works is I get to name a body part, and he has to tell me what system of the body that part is in. This is my favorite of all the games, because I get to ask him what system of the body the liver is in, and he actually knows it (often when I don't)! I guess suffering through all of these questions from this most quizzical kid really is worth it!