Why?

So, I turned the never-ending "why" questioning around on Gabe today.  We were playing cars.  Gabe was the Daddy car, and I was the little boy car.  Gabe put my car into the tub (in the doll house) and told me that I needed a bath.  Here's how it went:



Me:  Why do I need a bath?

Gabe: Because you're dirty.

Me:  Why am I dirty?

Gabe:  Because we drove through the mud.

Me:  Why did we drive through the mud?

Gabe:  Because there's mud on the road.

Me:  Why is there mud on the road?

Gabe:  Because it rained.

Me:  Why did it rain?

Gabe:  Because the plants need water.

Me:  Why do the plants need water?

Gabe:  Because they're thirsty.

Me:  Why are the plants thirsty?

Gabe:  Because of the sun.

Me:  Why because of the sun?

Gabe:  They're hot with the sun.

Me:  Why are they hot?

Gabe:  They need rain.

Me:  Why do they need rain?

Gabe:  Because they need mud.



Pretty amazing, right?