We had friends to dinner. It was lovely. They have four kids - two girls and two boys - all younger than ours. Everybody got along and played nicely and behaved themselves and ate their dinners and picked up the toys. It was all good.
But here's the thing...
My boys Never. Stop. Talking.
Oh my goodness. I know, I know, I can look at the bright side. They're not shy. They're articulate. "We have a language-rich environment."
Yah. A barrage of language.
Everybody says that girls talk more than boys.
If that's true, I pity their mothers.
I'm going to bed now, more to rest my ears than my body.