When the gruffalo farts

Sorry, another rant about Emma. Emma's always been an inquisitive child and I've tried to stop the too many 'how', 'why' and 'where' questions by always giving an explanation. 

For example I've never just said 'don't do x!'. I have made it a habit to carry on with 'because y will happen'. One of my bug-bears growing up was my mom or dad saying 'because I said so!' and so I swore I'd never do it with my children.

Except today. Today I said because I said so. Emma was asking question after question after. They started off intelligent but slowly got more and more ridiculous and every explanation I tried to give the more she uh-uh'ed or poopie-headed me.

By the time she asked me why it's so windy today I tried to give my best climatologist type reason. I made up some jargon about wind patterns, climate change and something else. Admittedly for not having any idea what I was talking about I sounded pretty impressive. And then Emma said 'no! That's not it!' 

At my wits end and close to melting point I said 'ok Emma. You tell me why it's so windy today, Miss Know It All' and she said "it's because the gruffalo farted!"

All I can say is I'm counting down the days to school starting again.