Why?

Like every kid in history, The Learned Daughter likes to play the “Why?” game. Not satisfied with the typical parent frustration, I try to play the game as far as I am able. Now, here’s where hopefully my skills as a dad will translate over to the law. And actual conversation if you will:

The Learned Daughter: Daddy, why are we getting a flyswatter?
The Learned Sergeant: Well sweetheart, because we need to kill some flies.

“Why?”
“Because the flies are annoying me.”
“Why?”
“Because they keep me up at night.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re loud.”
“Why?”
“Because their wings make a buzzing sound.”
“Why?”
“Because they flap them really fast.”
“Why?”
“Because if they didn’t they wouldn’t be able to fly.”
“Why?”
“Well sweetheart, it’s a matter of science beyond me, but I imagine it has to do with their weight versus the size of their wings.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s the way of the universe. It’s physics honey.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Why?”
“Because I haven’t read enough I guess.”
“Why?”
“Well, because I’m busy with school; but mostly because I’m lazy.”
“Why?”
“Well…”

…and I keep going until I literally cannot come up with anything. The Learned Daughter is not quite so patient when I try to turn it on her.

“Daddy, I don’t like bad dogs.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like them.”
“Why?”
“I already told you! I don’t like them.”

Okay, if you survived this torturous post, you get a video. Congratulations! This one has some cussing. I think you can handle it though.