Questions, questions....

I was in the car with Tom today, and just as we were pulling out of our driveway, a man appeared in front of us. He was jogging down the highway (certainly not a usual sight around here) headed for Colac. This simple figure fascinated Tom and for the 20 minute round trip, all I got were questions about the man:-

"Who is that?"
"What is he doing?"
"Why is he running?"
"Where is he going?"
"Is he coming to our house?"
"Is he going to town?"
"Where did he go?" (this was after we passed him and lost sight)
"Where did he buy that white shirt he is wearing?" !!!!!!!!!

I guess it is better than just getting the "why?" question all the time. There is at least some context to his questioning. But boy, it gets tiring, especially when he forgets that he asked the same question and hence repeats it 10 times!