Why, mom? Why? Why? Why?
Yup, we've entered the preschool stage of questioning everything. I understand he is simply desires more information, but his questions quickly get too detailed or ambiguous. Why did the chicken want to go to the other side of the road?

In our house the chicken poses far more outrageous questions:
Why is the chicken wearing bow tie?
Why is the egg clear? or, Where is the shell?, or Why is the egg squishy?
Why is the chicken plucked?
Is the chicken angry?
Why is the boy chicken laying an egg? (Okay, so it could be a girl, but somehow they decided it was a boy. I think it is because of the afore-mentioned bow tie.)
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? (Ours came together, from the dollar store!)
And, from the parents who have to live with the kids who play with the chicken, Why does the chicken have to squawk so much???