If it was one "why?" every once in awhile, hell, that would be great! Even a "why?" followed by "oh. okay." and then we could move on with our lives until the next little moment of curiosity--awesome. But Ethan seems to be keeping a mental tab of how many "why?"'s he can string together in one line of questioning. Last week, for example.
E: Why are we driving daddy's car?
Me: Mommy's car is in the shop, bud.
Me: It has a boo-boo that needed to be fixed.
E: Why? Why does it have a boo-boo?
Me: Because someone bumped it, buddy.
Me: They were trying to park next to me and they bumped my car. (this is when I start taking deep yoga breaths so as not to drive myself into a bridge abutment or the lovely Los Angeles River).
Me: I guess they weren't paying attention. (tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. counting to ten. remembering he's not really trying to make me completely insane. right?)
E: Why weren't they paying attention?
Me: Honey, I really don't know. They just weren't. And the car got a boo-boo and now it's being fixed! So we're driving daddy's car and that's all there is to it!!!! (holding my breath, praying for silence. oh, sweet sweet silence.)
Five seconds elapse...
E: Mommy, why are we driving daddy's car?