I have three kids whom I love very much. They're all getting older, and, one would think headed toward the sullen and mute stage of adolescence. The headed toward adolescence part is true, at least for my older two, but, the "mute" part? Not so much.

My middle child, especially, is a talker.

No seriously, that child can talk. And talk, and talk, and, talk, and talk.

And, he doesn't move when he talks, either. Forward motion of any kind ceases when he is talking, and, his prime talk time seems to be 3 minutes before we're supposed to head out the door. He's 11 and I've had to physically pick him up and move him to the car sometimes on school mornings, or, we'd never get there.

Some days are worse than others, though. Last weekend was particularly bad.

Another parent brought him home from a birthday party, and, remarked that she wasn't sure how he breathed since he never stopped talking the entire ride home.

I love him, he's funny and interesting (at least most of the time), but, I'm not joking that he can fall asleep talking, and, continue on with the same sentence the moment he wakes up the next day.

Is it bad that I sometimes feel like I need to make sure I have my first cup of coffee in the mornings before I see him? I'm not much of a morning talker.

Now, please don't get me wrong, I'm thankful every single day that my kids are happy and healthy, and, I know my house will be all too quiet someday, but, I'm willing to try out a brief preview of it every now and then.

MommyJ 

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