Before bed:
Me: You won't have piano tomorrow. It's going to be Friday instead.
Madelyn: Why?
Me: Because your teacher won't have her car.
Madelyn: Why?
Me: Because she has to get it repaired.
Madelyn: Why?
Me: Because the manufacturer says there is something wrong with it that needs to be fixed.
Madelyn, unexpectedly and proud of herself: Okay. I kept saying "Why?" and you kept answering me until I said "Okay."
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