Oh. My. Word. We just returned from a weeks vacation at the beach, and my ears need a break! We took a little road trip to the lovely island of Hilton Head, South Carolina, to celebrate the last un-official week of summer. While road tripping, Drew decided that he likes to talk. A lot. And he talked the entire 10 hour drive. Non-stop. He was relentless. Never tired. Talking the entire ride. It went something like this:
[Drew]: Mom. Mom. Mom! I need to talk to you because I like to talk. Mom. Mom. Mom! I have something to tell you. Mom. Mom. Mom! Buzz and Wuzz rhyme. Did you know that? Mom? Mom! Did you know that Woody and Moody rhyme? Seriously, it rhymes! I'm serious. Jessie and messy rhyme. I'm serious.
[Me]: Drew, it's time to settle down and rest. You need to take a nap. Let's stop talking.
[Drew]: But Mom! I need to talk. Mom, I need to talk. I need to tell you something. Zurg and furg rhyme. Did you know that?
[Me]: Drew, it's nap time, now STOP TALKING!
[Drew]: But Mom, I can't sleep. It's too light out. I can't sleep. I need to talk.
[Me]: If it is too light, put your blankie over your eyes and take a little rest.
So this is what he did:
And he continued to talk, at a whisper, under the blanket for the next hour. Once he pulled the blanket off, you can pretty much re-read the above conversation. And that was our trip. For ten hours.
Actually, my ears are ringing just writing this post.