I don't know.

I think it's safe to say that Kate has hit the questioning stage. The "why's" haven't yet begun, but asking the same question over and over again has. Let me give you an example:

Kate: What's his name, Mommy?
Me: I don't know, Katelyn.
Kate: What's that boy's name?
Me: I don't know, Honey.
Kate: What's his name, Mommy?
Me: I don't know.
Kate: Mommy, what's his name? (I kid you not,... at least four times.)
Me: What did I say, Katelyn?
Kate: (silence)

In all honesty, it's gotten to the point where I become very frustrated with these questions. I had decided that she does this when I give her an answer she doesn't like or agree with. But after relaying this story to some friends this evening, it was pointed out that perhaps it's the "I don't know," response that gets her.

I had already given thought to the idea that maybe she doesn't understand the concept of "knowing" something, therefore she can't understand what it means to not know something. A friend, however, pointed out that perhaps Katelyn just can't fathom the idea that Mommy might not know something. I mean, I do know everything. After all, I govern her life, and I am her primary teacher.

This is truly a daunting revelation to me, and a great reminder of the awesome responsibility God gives to parents.