Why? No!

My sons - Why? and No! 

All at once, it seems, and with vigor, Owen has entered into the dreaded, "Why?" phase. I actually thought this would have happened sooner and have no clue how long we will have to endure this torture. And by torture, I mean, answering hundreds of questions a day. At this point I'm not sure if this is a tactic of manipulation or mere curiosity but we literally had this conversation last night.

"I'm going to the store."
"Why?"
"Because we need milk."
"Why?"
"Because we don't have any."
"Why?"
"Because we drank it all."
"Why..."

With similar gusto, Mitchell shrieks, "No," usually while hurling Cheerios, waffles, blueberries, a bottle, etc. onto the floor. When Owen started saying the word "no" it was cute, sweet even, and only got more acerbic as time went on. Straight away Mitchell says "No" with the intensity of a toddler who has just been told he cannot have cookies for breakfast. Yeah, not so cute.