Like a broken record

We had to take my car in to be serviced for a faulty window. One day it decided to go down and refused to come back up again.

For whatever reason Astrid asks me constantly what happened to my car and "Why you take it to fix it?"

It got to the point where I'm sick of repeating myself. No matter how many times I explained to her what happened, she would immediately ask me again, as if she wasn't hearing me, but just likes to hear me repeat myself over and over again.

So tonight the conversation went like this:

Astrid: "Mom? Why you fix you car?"
Me: "Astrid, I already told you 10 times in the last hour. You know why."
Astrid: "It broken?"
Me: "Yes, but I don't want to talk about it anymore tonight. Okay?"
Astrid: "Oh, okay"
Me: A sigh of relief escapes me thinking I've finally got her off the subject.
Astrid: "Mom, I want to talk to you. I want to talk a little bit."
Me: "Okay what do you want to talk about?"
Astrid: "Um...I want...I want...I want to talk about your car."

Whatcha gonna do? I just had to laugh out loud. And in the end Astrid and I were both laughing about it. Kids!