TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY TWO

Ask anyone that knows me, I talk a lot. I talk too much actually. Just ask Kday.

The other day I asked Kday where Layla learned to talk so much. She NEVER stops talking. Kday just looked at me and smiled, as if to say.... "duh - she learned it from you." Touché.

One evening when I was completely exhausted and quite irritated by all the toddler talk in my ear, I realized that A LOT of the words coming out of my Buca's mouth were the classics.
Who...?
What...?
Why...?
When...?
Where...?

So the next morning I decided to count how many questions Layla asks me in a twenty four hour period. No wonder she's smarter than a whip. We hit 33 questions by 8am. She doesn't even get out of bed until about 7:20 am. Heavens to Murgatroid child! We hit over a hundred by nap time and you better believe we almost made it to an easy three hundred by bed time. We topped off at two hundred and ninety two before she fell asleep while watching Marry Popp1ns. That girl can ask a question about anything and everything. Most of our conversations go something like this:
Layla: "Where's my orange plate?"
Me: "It's in the dishwasher sweetie."
Layla: "Is it in the dishwasher?"
Me: "Yes Layla."
Layla: "Can I have some juice?"
Me: "Sure sweetie."
Layla: "Mom where's my juice?"
Me: "Give me a sec and I'll get it for you."
Layla: "Are you going to get me juice in a sec mom?"
Me: "Yes Layla."
Layla: "What kind of juice?"
Me: "I don't know! Just stop talking long enough for me to gather my whits and find the juice!"
Layla:" What are whits mom?"
Me: "I don't know... I lost mine a long time ago."

Two hundred and eighty seven questions later... I go to bed exhausted and happy that I have such a darling and inquisitive girl following my every move.

I never knew I had so many answers.