I don't know

Do you ever wonder what your kids are thinking?  It's a constant question at my house.  And while I'm not privy to all the private moments in YOUR home- I know that here... my kids are nuts.  Most of the time.  It's only once in a while when they show signs of being what I consider normal.  

I came upstairs after folding laundry the other day, and there stood Kate.  On my kitchen table.  She just stood there scratching her tummy for a few minutes before she realized I was watching her.  Then she held her arms out and told me "Want down."  I asked her why she had climbed up there in the first place- she just shrugged her shoulders and ran off to watch Mickey Mouse.  

The "I don't know" response seems to be the most prevalent answer I get from my kids these days.  I found Ty reading a book upside down on the couch the other day and that was his answer for me too.  My mom always got so irritated with that answer when I was growing up.  If we ever gave her the answer "I don't know" she would quip back, "If you don't... then who does?"  And now, I find myself saying the same thing to my kids.  It's eerie how somethings come back to haunt me sometimes... Does this mean I'm turning into my mother?

I don't know.