Tonight, at the dinner table, Zoe was full of conversation and information. She rambled in detail about how her usual best friends were not her best friends today and she had a new one and shared her name with us. She mentioned several kids that got their busy bees (classroom jobs) taken away from them for bad behavior and the ones that made sad choices. She also went into details about the kids that made good choices. The babble continued for a good five minutes straight without letting us get a word in edgewise.
I stole a sideways glance at Noah and he caught my eye too. He rolled his eyes, sighed and said, "Three-year-olds!!".
I didn't have the heart to tell him that wasn't as much "three-year-olds" as it was "women". And that he would be listening to this sort of idle conversation,perhaps, for the rest of his life.
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Poor Noah. The only man in a house full of women.
ReplyDeletethat is hilarious. When I'm around my girls, it's the same thing. Except, they take FOREVER to get out a sentence. It's filled with Ummms and uhhhs and well.... OH. MY. GOD. JUST SAY IT ALREADY!!!!
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