Maybe it's a 'mums' thing. As in, people whose whole identity is being 'a mum'. I've been retraining for a career change and have met some lovely people via this route, people who may have children but, as we're all there to work and learn, have other things to discuss. Conversation flows well with lots of people giving and taking. So far so nice. No darn kid chat too, lovely :)
I find the poolside to be the weirdest spot ever for chatting. School gates, people arrive and leave fairly swiftly, no chatting time, but by the pool? 30 minutes. I genuinely stick my head down and avoid eye contact but some people...
"HI! How old is yours?"
Oh, ok. I smiled and replied. Maybe I should talk, I thought? It'll be nice.
"Mine is [age]," she gushed, "She's just an incredible swimmer. Utterly amazing. Her older sister is even better, see, and we take her on Wednesdays. Then at the weekend they have drama, they're just SO creative, you know? We go here and there, then they go to their dads, and then this one time they had a play, and then they're wonderful painters and singers and then..."
And OH MY GOD she just kept going. I was gobsmacked. I had said NOTHING whatsoever and she wasn't even leaving a gap for me to go "mm." It was getting to a point I would no longer be able to hold a neutral facial expression. I could feel my eyebrows rising up and up...
"...because, you know, we really do have to push them to do these things don't we? All these opportunities, they don't know how lucky they are, so she's starting ballet next week and tap the week after, then a summer course in..."
Thoughts in my mind, like - can she breathe? Is she intaking breath? Also, when will she realise I haven't said anything? Does she mind? Will she laugh? Will she ask me about my kid - not that I'm going to monologue, but just general politeness?
Anyway, I had half a fucking hour of that.
The next week a SECOND parent sidled up to me, did the ol' "How old's your kid?" opener, and then the moment I had ceased the formation of the number she was off too, about breastfeeding and mastitis and sleeplessness and her other kid and her family and...
I mean, I get it, it gets lonely and we get outside and feel a bit of an urge to REALLY ENJOY this new person to talk to, but some people take it way overboard.
Anyway. I've talked too much. How old's your kid? :D
My mother is also terrible for this. I've turned it into a little mental game - I sit there in silence while she talks and talks, and I tick off little boxes like "told me the same story 3 times" and "will now repeat in detail what she's having for dinner the next 4 nights."