Little Sister has developed a habit of asking "Why?" after EVERY. SINGLE. SENTENCE. that I speak.
It was cute at first. Then the questions became either nonsense (Mommy, is that blue? WHY is that blue? Mommy, can I eat? WHY can I eat?) or obviously probing for a compliment. (Mommy, am I smart? WHY I SMART?)
So I started turning them around on her. Usually she just looks at me like "Ok, you busted me. I was just trying to see if you'd answer a silly question." But today it was different.
Mari: Can I sit in you lap, Mommy?
Mari: WHY I sit in you lap?
Me: Why are you sitting in my lap?
Mari: Because I love you.
And that, my internet friends, reduced me to a puddle of mommy-gooshiness.