too many questions
The why phase is wonderful and exhausting. Why are we walking his way? Why are there leaves on the ground? Why does the dog poo by the tree? Why can't I hug the lamppost? Why can't we go to the park? Why do we need to go home? Why? Why? Why?
I answer them, I do. But then I run out of oomph and, 'Because I said so,' is almost as bad as 'Because.'
But 'Why?' is not always a good question. Sometimes it is incessant, and cyclical, and the person asking 'Why?' it isn't even listening to he answers.