Yesterday afternoon, Connor and Helen had a playdate with someone I hadn't met before. As I came near the craft room, where the kids were all deep in craft projects that were to be loaded onto "Santa's sleigh"*, Emma was talking a mile a minute. On occasion, she would pause for air, and Helen would chirp in with some tidbit, and then Emma would be off again. Not only did Emma talk constantly, she talked so fast that it was impossible to get a word in without talking right over her.
At dinner, I asked Connor if he'd been able to talk at all that afternoon and he replied:
"Well...I didn't get to say too much, because Helen and Emma were talking so much, but it was OK. I didn't have much to say."
Which I guess is a good thing, because if he had wanted to talk, I'm not sure he could have.
As much as I joke about Helen talking all the time, this little gal set me straight. I believe Emma was sent to my home yesterday just to show me that although sometimes things may seem a little overwhelming, they might be more under control than I think.
Elaine
*Santa's sleigh is a board with four wheels attached that was left by the previous owner. It has provided hours of entertainment at this point as it morphs from one function to another.
quite funny. Connor is smart and had the right attitude I think.
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