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Still walking, still laughing. When my mom starts a train of thought I can't really follow, my go-to line is, "Oh yeah? And then what happened?" Usually something.

Other times I answer in what seems to be an emotionally consistent way and she boomerangs off in another direction. Like this:
Mom: How is that . . . boy . . . who was having trouble?
Me: He's doing better.
Mom: Good, that's good.
Me: Yes, he's really improving.
Mom: Oh my god. That's terrible.
Me: Is it? He's doing better now.
Mom: I'm so sorry.