I was trying to get Nate to talk to me about this problem he's having with a little boy in his church class. He didn't want to talk, but I kept trying different directions of questions. I decided to switch it up and ask him about a boy he likes. By that point, he was exasperated with me. I said, "What do you think about J?" and he sighed loudly and said, "I don't know, Mama.... he has a beautiful face" (in a tone like, "what do I have to say to get you to leave me alone).