Who, what, where, when, why

Questions are a part of life, a crucial part of life. They feed our curiosity, they help us gain knowledge, and figure out the unknown. They also weigh heavy on your foe and extract meaningful information from every corner of their mind. I live with an interrogator. A short, miniature interrogator who doesn't pay any bills. Now, I know I use to ask a lot of questions as a child and drove the parentals crazy half the time. So, I try to be patient. Gia is a very curious young lady with a passion to learn, thus bringing forth the questions. I admire her curiosity. What I do not understand is her need to stand over me like a foreign intelligence interrogator with a hot lamp above my head asking me why I spread the peanut butter on that way or why I was in bathroom or why the word 'goodbye' has the word good in it. I DON'T KNOW okay. I don't know why I chose walking around the kitchen instead of through the kitchen to get to your room, I don't know what I dreamt about last night, and yes I suppose it is silly that a table has 4 legs and we only have 2 and I'm not sure if any animals do eat pickles to be honest. I'm seriously waiting for her to tie me up in my sleep and slowly drop water on my forehead until I tell her every ingredient in a hot dog as she stands over me laughing, IS IT BEEF OR PORK OR CHICKEN, OR A COMBINATION OF BOTH, I NEED TO KNOW MOMMY, WHAT IS IN A HOT DOG, TELL ME, IS IT HEALTHY, IS IT PIG, CHICKEN, COW, IS IT HEALTHY, I LIKE KETCHUP ON MY HOT DOGS, DO YOU, IS IT HEALTHY, WHAT IS IT MADE OUT OF, IS IT KINDA HEALTHY?!?!?!?! TELL ME MOMMY! drip, drip, drip, drip. I don't know Gia!!!!! I'll read you the package if you want. What do you want to hear and I'll say it! Just please, no more questions!