Mackenzie has reached that special phase where every statement any one makes is quickly met with " Why?" . I actually love this stage because it's the marking of an inquisitive brain. I spend my days talking more than Mack does ( hard to do) because I am always answering her questions. And while I consider myself to be of average intelligence, usually the fifth " why" removed from the original question leaves me stumped and my only response is " I don't know." Mack is never satisfied with this answer and my " I don't know" is met with it " No, Mommy. Don't say I don't know. Tell me WHY!" Did I mention how bossy my three year old can sometimes be?
Today at 7 am , she wanted to know the inner- workings of the fax machine. Suffice it to say (and despite my best explanations), neither one of us really knows why the fax machine works.
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