Too Many Questions

When I was growing up I was always so annoyed when I'd get home from school and my parents would ask me what I did at school.  I still remember thinking, "I went to school, went to class, what else is there to say".  Now that I am the parent I totally get it - you are away from your kid all day and you genuinely want to know what happened when you were away.  I would pay money to be a fly on the wall and be able to watch Addison at school all day!  

So our after school routine is to come home and Addison watches a couple of TV shows while we get dinner ready, but I've started making her tell me about her day before we'll start a show.  My general question of "what did you do at school today" got me nowhere so I've started the "tell me 2 things" bit.  So today the conversation went something like this
Addy:  I want to watch a TV show.
Me:  OK, but first you have to tell me 2 things you did at school today.
Addy:  I played with Ethan Robins.
Me:  What did you play?
Addy:  Ethan caught me.
Me:  Were you playing chase and he caught you?  Were you playing on the playground?  Did you play with Ethan Taylor too?
Addy:  I played with Ethan Taylor
Me:  What did you play?
Addy:  Mom, you are asking too many questions.
Me:  Ignoring the last comment. Did you play with any girls?
Addy:  I played with Moriah.  Moriah held my hand.  Too many questions. 

I had about 10 other questions I was going to try and slip in, but she is getting too smart and is calling me out now. 

Sorry Mom and Dad.  If it makes you feel better I am definitely being repaid for my stubbornness as a kid.  And she is only 3.  I know it is going to get worse.