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. Kid: Why? 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. Kid: Why? Me: Because I hate anything science related, prefer the unknown, and, besides, still find the fact that the human came up with stairs amazing. Kid: Why? 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 Kid: Why? 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. Kid: Why? … 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. and also " what is the best gun "