I thought that a “why”-spouting child was a myth. Or a punchline. You’ve seen it: the adorable tousled child asking “why” over and over again until the parents run out of answers and want to scream. “That doesn’t happen,” I thought naively, thinking that the “why child” was a running gag, like how all women like shoes (I don’t) or how men love blowjobs (this one is probably correct). … Read More Lord of the Whys