Just Why

I just caught little kid with a pair of scissors and a fruit roll-up. (This would've been his 3rd fruit roll-up today, had he been successful.)

"What are you doing? Why do you have scissors and a fruit roll-up?"

"Iz an axident, mumum."

"An accident? So you accidentally drug a chair from the table to the pantry, got a box of fruit roll-ups off of the top shelf, took one out, dragged the chair to another counter and got the scissors out of a cabinet and you were starting to cut the top off of the fruit roll-up with the scissors--accidentally?"

"Um, yes. Was just a axident, don't be mad."

"Why do you do stuff like this??"

"Just why."

That's the answer for everything he doesn't want to answer. Just why. How great would it be to be able to pull that off as an adult?

"Is there a reason you were you going 65 in a 45 mph zone, ma'am?"

"Just why."

I just had to interrupt my typing to chase him through the house and tackle him because he had a can of Diet Dr. Pepper and a screw driver, just why. It's been a really long day so far today.