She walks down the hall wearing flip flops and says
"I have a blister and I figured I'd wear flip flops so it can heal."
Me: "What shoes did you wear yesterday?"
Her: "What shoes did I wear yesterday?"
Me: "Yes, what shoes did you wear yesterday."
Her: "Oh my black ones, but that's not what caused the blister. It was my boots."
Me: "What boots?"
Her: "Huh? What boots?"
Me: "Yes, what boots?"
Her: "What about my boots?"
Me: "What boots caused the blister?"
Her: "My new black ones. But it wasn't the boots, it was because the socks were too short."
Me: "I thought I bought you longer socks?"
Her: "What socks?"
Me: "The socks you wore in the boots."
Her: "What about the socks?"
Me: "I thought I bought you longer socks."
Her: "I have some short black ones too."
Okay, maybe I don't ask the questions properly, but this is usually the type of conversation I have with my oldest daughter. I feel like a dog on a walk; dogs always walk further than the people walking them because they go back and forth, in and out, up and down, and around. I feel like the dog, but I don't want to be the dog, I want to be the walker!
I'm not really sure what happens in these conversations. I don't know if between sentences she gets distracted and forgets what we were talking about. Maybe I'm not enunciating. I try and remember if our conversations were always like this or if it's a high school/teenage thing. But then I realize that all my conversations with her, my husband and my other daughter are like this.
Now I'm beginning to think it's some sort of plot to distract me from my mom-type task of reminding them to do household chores like doing dishes, taking out trash, cleaning bathrooms, and vacuuming. But they better be careful. They might distract me from other mom-type tasks like LAUNDRY and COOKING DINNER. Those, my family, are the real power tasks. So tread lightly.