Bad Mommie, Part 1 of Many
Conversation with my four-year-old while driving:
Ty: Mommie, why does Ethan like to hug me?
Me: Because he loves you, honey.
Ty: Why does Ethan love me?
Me: Well, because you're his big brother, I suppose.
Ty: Why am I his big brother, Mommie?
Me: Because you were born first, sweetie.
Ty: Why was I born first, Mommie?
Me: Oh, a crazy, crazy millennium new year's party ...
Ty: Huh?
Me: Um, never mind.

Warning to readers: If you do not have children and think that the whole kids-asking-neverending-question conversations that are in sit-coms and movies are just there to up the funny factor, you are wrong. They are real, oh, yes, they are very real. Be afraid. Be very afraid.