I think my kid talks too much.
We took the cat to the vets today to get a check up and some shots after her foray in the wild. We walked in the door and Ben became motor mouth.
"Mom, I sit here. Mom, now I sit here. Mom, I read this book. Mom, that toy scares me. Mom, that cat napping. Mom, that a chicken." Yak, yak, yak. One of the ladies behind the desk commented on how well he speaks for his age. She's right, he speaks really well; and an awful lot.
When we went in to the exam room it didn't stop.
"Mom, what Scoutie doing? Why Scoutie scared? I count the cats? Mom, I count the cats again? "
Even when trying to talk to the vet about what happened to Scout and which vaccines to get her now.
"Mom, that a hole in the wall? What that hole doing? Mom, I sit up here now? Mom, I open that door?"
And in the middle of the administering of Scout's shots, Ben (loudly) announced that he could see "Scoutie's Bum."
And now I know my mother got what she wished for. I have a kid that's just like me....