"Mom, do you remember a long long time ago when I tried meatloaf? I didn't like it. I was in daycare & I tried it. I try things in preschool it is called a taste test. What are you drinking? Can I taste it? Taste is a funny word. Do you think I am funny? Ha ha ha ha. Would it be funny if I really laughed like that? Laughing is fun. I laugh & it makes my belly shake. Do you know the road at Aunt Lisa that I call the belly road. It feels funny in my belly when she drives fast down the hill. Dad drives fast...Daddy's a crazy driver, driver, Daddy's a crazy driver WHooo! ..........."
And this could go on & on forever. I wanted her to talk...now I just NEED her to stop talking.
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I have a talker like that, and I know just what you mean. I keep telling myself, "if I just hold on. When he hits the teen years, I'll be so glad he talks to me." Sounds convincing. . .right?
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