When I was a teenager, I decided that the secret to great parenting was being able to answer every why. So, I studied hard and looked at everything from any possible angle and was not satisfied until I could explain a thing in more than one way.
I was so satisfied with my results as a mother that I even told my daughter that if I did not satisfactorily explain why then I would be grounded.
But, then, along comes Mary... I only thought to say something because she frustrates me so much. She just asked why for no reason, not even abput anything, but just to make the sound in her mouth I think.
