My boy talks. A LOT. And before I have finished my morning cup of coffee, this can drive me round-the-bend before the day has really even gotten off the ground. So, as I'm trying to read the same paragraph for the 15th time this morning while he chatters away at me at lightening speeds, (how do people talk that fast??) about beyblades and icicles (no, they are not related, but somehow he manages to find a segway) I have given up on the 'if I don't look up he'll get the message' approach. I take action: I glance up at him and gently say 'shhhh,' but, when he didn't even miss a beat in his conversation but simply reduces the volume to a loud whisper, I realize that 'shhhh' means something totally different to him than it does to me.
So I laugh. The adoring mom in me trumps the quiet monk in me. I can't bear to silence that happy spirit. Guess I'll risk insantiy.
