My 3-year-old and I had the entire day to ourselves today and oh, the fun we had! First we had some fun doing some shopping, and as our routine goes we hit up a coffee shop for my “tall, non-fat, no whip, decaf, vanilla latte” and then strolled over to the snack area where I got the little guy a popcorn and drink for a dollar. We then began to peruse the aisles of the store. Oh, the joy that I was filled with at that moment I cannot express.

Then just as I took the first amazing sip of my latte, the talking begins …

“Mom what is that? Can I have a taste?”

“It is a latte and no you can’t,” I respond.

“Why?” he asks.

“Because you are too young for coffee.”

“What’s coffee?” he says.

To which I reply, “Let’s play the no talking game.”

Which lasts about 10 seconds, when he spots someone else to talk to …

“Mom, what’s his name?”

“That is a girl, not a boy, and I do not know her name.”

So he turns to the stranger and asks, “What’s your name?”

“LaShaun,” she responds.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Looking for a shirt” she says kindly.

“Why?” he says.

To which she replies, “You are a talkative little guy.”

To which I respond, “I am so sorry, he loves to talk.  Son, it’s time to be going. Say ‘goodbye.'”

Multiply this scenario times 25 and you can get the idea of how the rest of my day went.

TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK!!! Calgon, take me away! With some ear plugs!

I love my son but he talks too much for his own good and my own sanity. Sometimes I want to yell at the top of my lungs “BE QUIET!!” My husband laughs and says I am getting what I deserve as much as I talk his ear off.

I am still convinced I talk far less than our 3-year-old.

Though I am usually able to control my exhaustion and frustration, I have to ask him a lot “Could you talk a little less?”

To which he replies, “What is ‘less’?”


Oh, the joys of motherhood.