Why? Why? Why?

Savita's favorite word at the moment is WHY? Everything is why? I could hear Savita talking to Thu in the shower this morning and I must have heard at least 5 why's in a row. When you turn it around her standard answer is; 'because I want to'. The more impossible the question the better.

'Papa, what do cows eat?' 'Grass.' 'Why?' 'I guess because they like grass.' 'Why?' 'Uhm, well cows like grass the same way you like french fries.' 'Why?' 'I don't know, why do you like french fries?' 'Because I want to.'

Me trying to turn it around on Savita. 'Why is your name Savita?' Savita shrugging her shoulders: 'because I am that name.'

'Papa, why do mice have to sleep outside?' 'Uhm, because they belong outside and I don't want mice inside the house.' 'Why?' 'Do you want mice to sleep inside the house?' 'No, I have never seen a mouse sleep in a bed before. I don't want mice to sleep in my bed' 'Me neither, I don't want them in my bed.' 'Why?'

'Why does a cow have an utter and not a pee pee?'

In our hotel room in Guam Moshe was trying to get the pen from the desk. Me: 'No, Moshe that's my pen.' Savita: 'That's not YOUR pen, that pen belongs to the hotel!'

And it just goes on and on and on. All day long. Seriously, the girl wakes up talking and doesn't stop until she goes to bed.