Monday, March 19, 2012

Is That So?

Angel has become quite a chatterbox.  She likes to talk and talk and talk...  Sometimes is does get exasperating, but then I remember that we want her to talk.  I'm ever so grateful that she can.

Trent had her in the car the other day.  She was jabbering away, and he was half-listening.  You know, that kind of listening where we occasionally murmur "mm-hmm," or "oh yeah?" while really you are thinking of a dozen other things?  <Insert your "oh..." here.>  We have to be careful doing that because, although we really can't hear what she is saying from the backseat of the van, if she doesn't feel that we are paying enough attention, she will start shouting, "Talk a me!  I wanna talk a you!" and then we have problems with the shouting girl.

So Trent was doing is best to keep up with her and drive safely at the same time.  At one point, he absently asked, "Is that so?"  Angel was quiet for a moment, and then replied, "Yes.  It's so."

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