There is no question, parenting has a lot to answer for
BEING a parent, for me, is a lot like question time in Parliament.
There are a lot of questions aimed your way, and some don't make a lot of sense.
I have to be honest here, a lot of the time my answers don't make a lot of sense either.
As I said, a lot like question time in Parliament.
When my son was only little there was an endless barrage of one or two-word questions.
"Why?" followed with, "But why?".
Now as a 10-year-old his questions are a lot longer, often with a 10-minute monologue to introduce the concept.
My Super Mum powers don't include listening for long periods of time. My powers are more like tuning out for long periods of time, so I often find myself trying to give the correct response when needed.
Laughing, I have found, is not often the correct response.
This week when my son asked why Kiyomi Vella on The Voice was dressed like a Pokemon, I wasn't supposed to laugh.
It turned out he was asking a serious question.
Then when out shopping he asked if he could have $20, and I laughed out loud again.
Turns out it was another serious question.
I remember the good old days when a request for some coin actually meant that … a coin.
Hand over 50 cents and he was overjoyed.
Now a request for money is asking for something more akin to a figure in the federal budget.
Still, it does pay to listen closely to some of the questions your kids ask you.
"Can I have that?"
'That' could be the biscuit you are eating, the iPhone you are using or the $20 they can see sitting in your wallet.
Politicians are always accused of dodging questions if it comes to one they don't want to answer.
They change the subject or even ask a question back.
I should take more notice of how they do it; it might come in handy the older my son gets.
Him: "Can I borrow the car, Mum?"
Me: "Where did I leave that $20?"