Things I Just Don't Want To Know

I have decided there are just questions I refuse to ask because I truly don't want to know the answers. I was rocking Finn earlier and I heard Jude yell to the kids to quit hitting each other with bats. I thought about asking which kid was doing the hitting or which bat were they using, but the truth is I did not want to know. The kids were dancing for Megan today, and I thought about asking them why they felt the need to take their shirts off while they dance or who taught them to shake their hips like that - but I really did not want to know. As I walked into the kitchen and saw a pile of pancake syrup on the floor, I thought about asking who spilled or why they were even using syrup, but I didn't want to know. When Roan climbed on my lap and smelled strongly of mint, I thought about asking her what she ate. I didn't want  to know. I didn't want to know that she opened my new mint lip gloss and and still don;t want to know where half of the tube went. When I got into the shower, I saw the blue toothpaste on the ceiling - I still don't want to know how it go there or who is going to make it go away. I just don't want to know and it seems to be better today. I am thinking I may try this new approach to life. It just may work.