Lately, I’ve been waging war against an opponent who’s far more tenacious than me. The enemy, in the form of my young daughter, is a skilled fighter, and her weapon of choice is a string of questions, delivered so fast that I can’t even answer one before the next salvo is fired. The bombardment is constant and merciless, with every question starting with a single word that lets me know that I’m in for a long battle. Why?