Why?

As a Mother, I find my self asking "Why" a lot...
a REALLY Lot!

For instance....

1.) Why does my teenage boys bedroom smell like egg salad?

2.) Why does the Little-Foreman-in-Pink think it's a super-duper-cool trick to lick her arm-pit.

2.5.) Why would she ever try to do it in the first place?

3.) Why are farts so funny? (seriously! out of all the bodily functions to find hilarious, why is it the fart? Why don't they burst into laughter when someone sneezes,or snarf milk out of their noses when someone coughs?? why the fart??? huh?? WHY???)

4.) Why did it take me over an hour and the use of a metal putty knife to remove cement-like dried boogers off of their bedroom wall before I could paint it?

5.) Skid Marks... WHY? ...enough said.

6.) Why does Brutus the English Bulldog sleep in this disturbing pose? (that Can't be comfortable!)

7.) Why did I just find 14 shriveled up and dried pepperoni under the stove? (pepperoni? Pepperonies?)

8.) Why do the same boys who, when they were 4, loathed nap-time now want to sleep all day that they are teens?

9.) Why can they remember that time in 2001 when I accidentally may or may not have forgotten to pick them up from school on time, But cannot remember that I told them to take out the trash 72 times??

10.) Why has one bottle of shampoo lasted for over 6 months in a bathroom shared by 4 boys?

Why?