Friday, August 08, 2008
My little chatterbox
Bria has been talking pretty much since the day she was born. She was the baby who was constantly babbling, who learned to speak in sentences far too early and who just walked around the house narrating her every move. In short, she hasn't shut up in nearly 8 years.
And it really doesn't drive me nuts, unless it's past bedtime or she's interrupting a phone call or I have PMS or something. I actually love to hear what's going on in that astute little mind of hers. It's fun to have her home all day in the summers because I get to hear her stream of consciousness conversation from the time we wake up until the time we go to bed.
Here are three conversations I had with her yesterday:
Conversation #1, while driving in the car
Bria: Mommy? Why does Grammy Venturi put walnuts in every single thing she makes?
Me: I suppose she must really like walnuts.
Bria: But doesn't she know that I'm allergic to them?
Me: Well, I think it's hard for her to remember things like that. She likes walnuts, and so do lots of people, so she puts walnuts in things.
Bria: I really wanted to eat a brownie at the July 4th picnic, but she put walnuts in them.
Me: I know.
Bria: I mean, I love her so very much with all my whole heart, but I wish she wouldn't put walnuts in everything.
Conversation #2, just after she'd been singing Alvin and the Chipmunks songs to herself in the mirror
Bria: Mom? Can kids my age take voice lessons?
Me: Yes. Or you could sing in a group.
Bria: I want to take voice lessons.
Me: I could teach you voice lessons if you want.
Bria: No! You can't! I want to learn to sing ROCK. (The word rock was said something like I imagine Ozzy Osbourne would say it.)
Conversation #3, just before bed. Bria has decided to sleep in only a t-shirt because it's too hot
Bria: Mommy, you still love me, even if I'm not wearing any pants, right?
Me: Of course I do.
Bria: Yeah, because when I came out of you I wasn't wearing pants. And I wasn't even wearing any panties either!