Shortly after meeting January's dad, Rex, for the first time, he gave me a little bit of advice. "Andy," he said, "if you're going to spend any time getting to know January, you need to know one thing. You had better be prepared to answer the question 'why' a lot." I remember not really being sure what to make of the comment at the time. This may have been the second or third time we had any real conversation and I wasn't quite sure if it was some sort of inside joke or not.

It wasn't.

This has become a regular point of joking between January and I, as she is constantly asking "why" to statements that typically do not warrant a "why" response. This has been most noticeable to me when it is in response to my statements indicating that I love her. For her, it's not enough to know that I do love her, she needs to know why I love her at that particular moment.

While I'm more than happy to explain it to her, over and over and over again, we've instituted a regular moratorium these queries. Once a week, every Wednesday, I have complete freedom to answer or disregard any and all "why" questions.

So, from me to you, happy "No Why" Wednesday.