My ds4 had entered that question stage. “Mommy, why is that car pointing to us?” (said in the parking lot of the food store) “Mommy, what does 1-5-9-8 mean?” (a price on an endcap in Walmart) “Mommy, why did that bird fly away?” “Mommy, what was that sound?” (like I could hear the one sound he was asking about…. *S* yea right, I have hearing problems, I can barely hear him most days!) “Mommy, why does the clock start over?” “Mommy, why?” etc etc…. It’s enough to drive a same woman nuts! *S*
One day, after what must have been the 20th question, I said, “Why do you ask so many questions?” His response…. “So I can be happy!”