Don't ask me why

Kids ask too many whys.

And that’s why I don’t plan to have any.

They ask out of a genuine desire to figure things out, not because they’re sadists as many people think—although that doesn’t make them any less annoying.

The thing is that I can only answer a couple, maybe three rounds of why before I hit my level of incompetence on any subject. Plus, If you ask me why I did something, I’ll probably rationalize an answer on the spot not to look stupid, and then I’ll make a fool of myself trying to defend it. But most importantly, the cause is always a “what,” which makes “why?” the wrong question altogether.