Bud: Owen do you want to buy your lunch tomorrow? The menu is tacos, with an apple and a turnover.
Owen: What's a turnover?
Me: It is a crust with fruit inside.
Owen: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Me: Crust, pastry, dough with filling inside maybe apple, or some other fruit.
Bud: LIKE A PIE! Do you want to buy lunch tomorrow or not?
Next day in the car:
Owen: Why didn't you guys tell me I was buying lunch today?
Bud: How was the turnover?
Me: The turnover, how was it?
Owen: There wasn't a turnover.
Me: Then what did you have for dessert?
Owen: There wasn't a dessert.
Bud: There is always a dessert.
Owen: I don't know what you are saying.
Bud: grips steering wheel
Me: *kill me*
Owen: Hey, why didn't you guys tell me there was going to be pie?
Are all 6 year old boys like this? When does it end? Every conversation is like this, he just don't focus. I pity his future wife.