Theo has entered the why phase and it may be the death of me.
Why did you go that way?
Why did you say that?
Why is that man sitting there?
Why does that duck have feet???
The questions never end and are often so obscure I have no idea how to even answer them. If I give him an ambiguous answer like “because” he’ll respond with “why because?” If I say “I don’t know,” he wants to know why I don’t know.
I’m told all these questions are a good thing developmentally and that an inquisitive mind is a sign of intelligence.
If you need me I’ll be hiding in the pantry with a bottle of wine.