It starts with a simple question after school:
"Do you have homework?"
It ends with me wishing my car came equipped with a portable polygraph machine instead of 600 cup-holders.
Because whenever I ask my son anything -- even the (seemingly) simplest of questions -- he gives me about 75 different answers. Which makes me feel like my head is going to explode.
Just give me a straight answer already!
After more than two years of extreme frustration, I finally came up with an explanation for our annoyingly circular conversations: my son, now 11, has some executive function/information-processing "issues" -- which means he might not understand my question to begin with. Which means he's answering a question he thinks I asked, but that I didn't ask. Which means we go around and around and around until I give up because I can't take it anymore. Life is too short.
My husband has a different and much shorter explanation:
"He's a kid."
Executive-function, executive shmunction.
Dueling diagnoses aside, I wouldn't trade the daily annoying circular head-exploding conversations with my son for anything. They're the highlight of my day, and they're what inspired my "Annoying Conversations" Xtranormal video series.