Some mornings I am overwhelmed by the sheer volume of words my daughter fires at me. Words imbued with exclamation! exhilaration! And don't forget the sing-song quality that feels like verbal bludgeoning before I have met my caffeine quota or taken a shower.
But then I look at her. I fear Guileless Lexi has a short shelf-life, that in the coming years the world may not be as bright and full of wonder like it is now so I don't interrupt or let myself grow irritated. These days are short; someday soon she will keep her thoughts to herself, leaving me behind.
Please excuse me while I grab a cup of joe, and settle in for a bit. I've got some attention to pay.
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