“Mom, what’s lava?” I think I’ve answered this question about eight hundred times over the past few days. And it’s not that he asks it once and is done, he’ll ask it numerous times in the same hour. We’ve never quite figured out WHY he does this, but we do know that it’s a repetitive ritual.
My husband gave me the best trick today! He said that he asks the question right back at him, of course only when he knows that Jonah knows the answer. Or a very simple, “What do you think it is?” Seems to satiate him.
He could sit for hours and watch others play video games as well. However, he cannot do so quietly. He has to ask a question a minute, tell the player what to do and when to do it, and my dear, sweet husband, graciously answers every single one of them. I don’t know how he does it. I see the anger building, the annoyance eating at him. He knows that his boy adores him and needs to know every last detail of his daddy’s world. So he let’s him ask his questions. But when it’s repeated, he gives him a big old, “What do you think it is?”