I was at my SIL and BIL's this weekend, just the three of us. I really love them and have known them both for decades, but I'm becoming increasingly frustrated by this sort of conversation:
SIL: My granddaughter plays with some magnetic tiles. They're really good.
Me: Mine has those, too. (They're both the same age.) They're great aren't they?
SIL finds them on Amazon: This is what they look like. What happens is you connect the tiles together.
Me: I know - I've been using them for months.
SIL: The way they work is that they're magnetic.
Me: I know!
SIL: So it means the children can make all sorts of shapes... (Proceeds to show me tons of photos of her GD playing with them.)
Am I at fault here?
Also my BIL is at it...
BIL before I went on a trip from their house: I've got one of these things... a charger that you can take with you on a journey.
Me: Yes, I've got one of those. They're good, aren't they?
BIL: The way it works is that you plug your cable into it (proceeds to show me) and it means you never run out of battery.
Me: Yes, I've had one for years. They're really useful.
BIL: And it will charge three phones... (bangs on and on about it)
I don't know what I'm meant to do. Should I pretend I know nothing about whatever it is they're talking about? Is that what they want, to be able to pass on information?
It happens time and time again. It's as though they can't hear me (but I know they can) and just want to tell their story.