Asking Why?

Tonight before dinner, the gate closed, the horses prancing all around the yard, Elena and Nathan were building a leaf pile to jump into.  Since we couldn't find a rake, we used stakes with wilted balloons on them left over from the party on Saturday.

"Why are you doing it that way?" Elena asked her brother.

She asked him a whole lot of "Why?" questions and he finally said, "Elena, would you please stop asking me WHY all the time?  You know it irritates me."

Undeterred, unfazed, she asked, "Why I gotta stop asking Why?"