I think talking to DD is like talking to someone with dementia sometimes. Heres a conversation i just had with her about her blow up sponge bob mattress.

DD: Can i lay on sponge bob?
Me: No sorry, it has a hole in it.
DD: Fix it?
Me: Yeah daddy will fix it later.
DD: How?
Me: He has to buy a patch at the shops.
DD: Why?
Me: To fix the hole.
DD: Why is there a hole?
Me: Because you jumped on it.
DD: Why?
Me: I don't know, you tell me?
DD: I don't know.
DD: Can i lay on sponge bob?
Me: No, i just said theres a hole in it.
DD: Why?

OMG!