This is our toddler’s current favourite question. I imagine this is training for the older kid version of “are we there yet?”
“What’s that noise?”
“People swimming in the pool.”
“What’s that noise?”
“It’s people swimming in the pool.”
“What’s that noise?”
“I told you, it’s people swimming in the pool.”
“What’s that noise?”
“People splashing about in the pool.”
“What’s that noise?”
“People swimming.”
“What’s that noise?”
“People still swimming in the pool.”
“What’s that noise?”
“Same thing that it was five seconds ago – people swimming in the pool.”
“What’s that noise, daddy?”
“Like you mother said, it’s people swimming in the pool.”
“What’s that noise, mommy?”
“It’s STILL people swimming in the pool.”
“What’s that noise?”
“That noise? That’s Hawkeye asking the same thing over and over and over again.”
“What’s that noise?”
“It’s the sound of your mother’s sanity being savaged to death.”
“What’s that noise?”
“That is the sound of ultimate suffering.”
“What’s that noise?”
“Here, have a snack bar.”
“Snack bar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” *rustle rustle nom nom munch munch* “What’s that noise?”
Photo is not from the swimming pool locker room, obviously. I didn’t have my phone handy at the time. Photo is from two days ago, but I thought it was appropriate to demonstrate the angelic visage of this demonic toddler beastie that is so good at driving me to the depths of insanity.
The Feathered Rose 