Have I mentioned the talking?
The talking that never ends? The talking at 3 am? 6 am? The knocking at the bathroom door at the most inopportune moment simply to relay the fact that "SpongeBob is on!!!"? The ignore me all day until the phone is in my hand and then, like a magnet, you come to me and have to tell me every thing you've done all day - relived in excrutiatingly correct detail - AT THAT EXACT MOMENT?
It's at those times that I remind myself of all those other parents. The ones with children who cannot speak at all, for whatever reason. What those parents would give for a child who could talk? Even incessantly.
And I love you and appreciate your talking even more.
It's at those times that I remind myself of all those other parents. The ones with children who cannot speak at all, for whatever reason. What those parents would give for a child who could talk? Even incessantly.
And I love you and appreciate your talking even more.
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