Why, oh why??

For your enjoyment, here is a typical conversation between Nolan and me:

Nolan: I want a drink.

Me: In a minute, Nolan boy, I'm cooking dinner.

Nolan: Why mommy?

Me: Because it's dinner time and we need to eat.

Nolan: Why mommy?

Me: Because food is what helps you grow big and strong.

Nolan: Why mommy?

Me: Because that's how God made us.

Nolan: Why mommy? (this is where the grin starts to creep across his face)

Me: Nolan, quit asking why, you're just doing it to be silly.

Nolan: Why mommy?

Me: (Sigh) Because you are a silly boy. Go get in your chair.

Nolan: Why mommy?

I think you get the point. Yesterday, I started counting the number of times he asked "why" and I lost track at 27.