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.