Why?

I can't believe how long it's taken me to blog about this.  But now I know what they mean when they say that kids ask "why" all of the time.  Zach is a why maniac.  Gabe asked lots of why questions but always seemed satisfied with the initial explanation.  Zach, on the other hand, takes the why thing to a whole other level.  This is a verbatim conversation from this morning and a prime example of how things usually go:

Zach:  Look at the cow-car, Mom.  (referring to a cow-car-like-thing that's painted on the wall above the dairy section at Trader Joe's)

Me:  Oh, yea.

Zach:  Why that a cow-car, Mom?

Me:  I don't know, Zach.  I think it's just pretend.

Zach:  Why that just pretend?

Me:  Because cow cars don't really exist.

Zach:  Why cow cars don't really exist.

Me:  Because cars are made with motors and not cows.

Zach:  Why cars made with motors?

Me:  Because motors are what make cars move.

Zach:  Why motors make cars move?

Me:  Because that's what makes the cars go.

Zach:  Why that's cuz makes cars go?

Me:  Because that's what makes the cars go.

Zach:  Why that's what makes the cars go?

Me:  Because you're trazies!!  Ahhhhhh!  (trazies = crazies = crazy)

Zach:  I not trazies!

Oh, but he totally is.  He takes why to the infinite power!!!  ALL OF THE TIME.  With pretty much every question, folks!