why don’t you say “mama”, yet you babble to me about “daddy” and “what’s that” all day long?

why don’t you give a darn about this whole walking thing? you get so excited to use your walker but get frustrated when we try to help you.

why do you insist on holding a spoon in your highchair but don’t even try to feed yourself?

why are you so mischievous one day and so angelic the next?

why, jack?