Not Too Quiet

"It's too quiet," Ethan announced to the table during lunch.

Justin nodded in agreement.  Both boys turned to look at me.  Whether they were expecting me to protest or agree I did not know.  What I did know is that this, like every other meal time, was nothing close to quiet.  Peaceful, yes.  Quiet, no.  There is only one other time I can think of when the house was "too quiet"...no, wait...that was a dream I had once - never mind.

"Chew, chew, chew," came Justin's voice from across the table.

"Slurp, swallow, slurp, swallow," echoed Ethan.

"Bite, chew, chew, swallow," Justin continued.

"Laugh, burp, laugh again," Ethan snorted.

Oh, terrific.  As if I didn't already have to sit here listening to all of this without the commentary, now I'm stuck in the middle of this twisted play-by-play.  To my dismay (but not my surprise), Logan picked up on the new game and quickly joined in.  His was less about what was actually occurring and more about the things he enjoyed.

"Chew, fart, explode," he giggled.

I was nearly finished with my own meal and it was time to make a decision.

"Slap, slap, cuff," I shouted, taking mock swings at both boys.

As I stood up to leave, the raucous laughter reverberated off the dining room walls. 

"Breathe, breathe, breathe," I muttered as I left.

Dorks, dorks, dorks.

- 1 July 2012