A small illustration
I once had to baby sit my sisters 5 year old who asked me what I was doing every five seconds. Literally. We were about to have a BBQ and the conversation went something like this:
Kid: What are you doing?
Me: Chopping onions.
Me: ‘Cause people like onions on the Barbie, you know?
Kid: Why are you wearing your sunglasses?
Me: ‘Cause the onions are making me cry
Kid: Why are they making you cry?
Me: I dunno, it’s just something that onions do, I’m not a scientist.
Me: Because I hate anything science related, prefer the unknown, and, besides, still find the fact that the human came up with stairs amazing.
Me: Because, you know, how did they do it, people? How did they figure out that stairs would get them from down here to up there?
Kid: What are you doing now?
Me: Washing the dishes
Me: Because they’re dirty
Kid: Why are they dirty?
Me: Because I’ve just used them to cut up the onions
Kid: Why are you cutting up onions?
Me: ‘Cause we’re having a Barbie
Kid: Why are we having a Barbie?
Me: Because we’re hungry
Kid: Why are we hungry?
Me: ‘Cause your body needs fuel in order to function and our fuel is food.
… I’m going to stop at this point. As you can imagine, after that annoying set of questions I ended up frying the kid on the BBQ. Not really but damn near.
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