Life With Menilmontant

“Menilmontant, why did you ski on discarded lengths of gutter?”
“Menilmontant, why did you golf with an iron compounded of stick, tin can, and twine?”
“Menilmontant, why did you at-bat on a field based by magazines, bounded by couches, swinging to knock out a pewter keepsake?”
“’Cause Papa told me to, my dear.”