When you live with a four year old (excuse me, almost-five-year-old), you learn that certain questions simply do not need to be asked.
Questions like "who put this green sock in the doorknob guard?" or even "WHY is this sock in the doorknob?".
You don't bother asking because the answers are "Timothy" and "I don't know."
So you learn to just skip straight to the ludicrous-sounding pronouncement "Timothy, please don't stuff your socks into the doorknob." In case you wondered what being a parent is like, it turns out a lot of it is saying sentences you never would've even dreamed of needing to say.