Why...the infinite question

My two-year-old son has begun asking why...to EVERYTHING. The following is an actual conversation that took place on August 11, 2005...it is just one example of what my entire day has become...

Dad: Stop playing with that knife, please.

Son: Why?

Dad: Because it's sharp and I don't want you to get hurt.

Son: Why?

Dad: Well, I don't want to have to stitch you up.

Son: Why?

Dad: Because I get lightheaded around blood and cuts and things like that.

Son: Why?

Dad: Well, I guess that's just the way God made me.

Son: Why?

Dad: (Sarcasm coming forth like a geyser) So I would have an excuse not to watch medical based dramas on tv like ER or Hill Street Blues or House.

Son: Why?

Dad: Well I have a refined sense of television taste, and some others with less than perfect discernment sometimes get offended when I tell them the real reason I won't watch their lousy show...so it makes for a more pleasant atmosphere than me informing them of my superiority.

Son: Why?

Dad: Hey...here's that knife you wanted.

Son: THANKS!!!!

Dad: (beaming) No problem son.