Case in point: Wednesday
The boys had been home with Ashley for at least an hour by the time I arrived from work. Plenty of time, I think you'll agree, to carry on any number of conversations, no matter how ridiculous. But no. I was literally half way through my first sentence, in response to Ashley's question, "how was your day?" when Justin materialized out of thin air and began his onslaught.
In his hand, he bore a small bottle of MiO.
"How come we have this? I didn't know we had this. Do you use this? Does Dad use this?"And so it continued. At each and every point, as he paused to draw breath, I mounted a counter attack and attempted to speak. I say paused because I don't know how else to refer to the fact that he seems to have perfected circular breathing and no longer finds it necessary to stop and inhale. Apparently, the sound of an adult voice acts in a similar manner to a play/pause button...without the pause. On a related note, it can never be said that I do not do my part to keep a conversation going, despite how badly I may wish to bring it to a swift conclusion. It struck me as funny that he wasn't even talking to me (well, at me - this was less of a conversation than it was a soliloquy) and, at certain points, I was in another room.
"Simon really likes these," he said. "Can I give them to him...can I?"
"Justin! Give me a second," Ashley cut in with a bedraggled sigh and a look of utter exhaustion.Indeed, the last 90 seconds had seemed like 90 minutes. He literally waited the exact second it took to draw breath before he continued. I don't think Ashley ever found out how my day had gone. Most of that day was purged from my memory during the short circuit that resulted from having been a part of this verbal episode. Lord, give us strength!
- 29 February 2012
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