Talk is Cheap

Spud was a late talker.  We were so delighted when he finally was able to communicate that we really didn't mind the excess chatter.  It was pleasant.  It was so nice to finally know what he wanted.

But then Sprout was an early talker.  Full sentences LONG before he was two.  

Which basically means that for the past year I have had two talkers in the same stage.  

Incessant.

Never-ending.

ALL THE BLESSED TIME.

I was telling my sister how I am finding it extremely hard to concentrate when driving while the never-ending dialogue plays out in the back.

Her helpful suggestion was that I tell them to be quiet for a few minutes while mommy focuses on the traffic.

So I did.

"Guys you need to be quiet for three minutes while mommy merges."

"OK mommy we be quiet"

1.37 seconds later

"we're being really good at being quiet aren't we mommy?"

"We're good quieters."

"Can we talk yet mommy?"

"Is it talking time yet?"

"What are you doing mommy?"

I interject

"Hey guys, mommy told you it was quiet time remember,  I will tell you when it is time to start talking again.  I promise."

"OK, don't forget when to tell us, sometimes you forget, don't forget mommy."

"You bet Buddy"  (By this point I have nearly driven up the bumper of the car in front of me.)

3.89 seconds later

"Mommy I think you have forgotten.  Can we talk now?"

I'm truly beginning to wonder why we ever hustled Spud to speech therapy in the first place.