1/9/06

Kidlet was so chatty this morning in the car, he had his Snuggle Puppy book and was talking to himself while reading it. He also kept asking me questions about the pictures, which was cute the first five or six times, but after that I was starting to get queasy from turning around to talk to him. (Michael was driving, not me, by the way.) I can finally see why my parents were always telling me to shut up when I was little. I would never tell Michael to shut up, but I was certainly thinking, "Please fall asleep." Talking to him these days isn't just saying "Mmmhmm" any more, you actually have to think and hold a conversation with him or else he gets mad. He totally knows the difference. Cheeky kidlet.