Use your inside voice, BBC World News
This morning I walked Henry to school and as we walked, he narrated a complicated story about something. I could pretend I know what he was talking about, but in reality I wasn't following a word of it. I lost the thread while I was trying to find his hat, and then I just let it go while he kept on talking. There were things or people exploding, that much I remember. Every time he let out a dramatic BLAM I would murmur, "Oh, my!" Beyond that I said, "Uh huh," "Really!", and "Wow." He was still talking as I handed him off to his teachers. I don't think he noticed or cared that no one was listening, the poor dear. I am sure the saga will still be going strong at pickup time.
Anyway, I got home, and I was getting my breakfast ready and trying to figure out what sort of side dishes I could make for my sister's Thanksgiving dinner, when I realized I had just said "Really!" and "Huh!" There was no one there, and the voice I was humoring? Was coming from NPR.
In my defense, they were really going on and on. I mean, okay, Chinese illegals coming over the Mexican border, we get it. Now go play with Legos, NPR, and let Mommy have a little quiet time.










November 20, 2007
Reader Comments (29)
It gets real tricky when you do that to your husband, and find out you agreed to a new tv or car, though.
I have actually had to turn NPR off in the car because my brain is throbbing from the constant, rambling flow of words from my three year old. In her defense, though, she's got a lot of well-researched points about Chinese illegals.
Choo-choo?Yes, choo-choo.Choo-choo go boom?Yes, the choo-choo went boom.Choo-choo up?Yes, they're lifting the choo-choo up.
If I do it wrong, he'll just repeat the question with increasing urgency and "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Choo-choo boom!" until I get it right.
But the funniest part? I spaced out in the middle of that Very Very Long NPR story too. The part where it costs $100k and requires a trip around the globe to illegally enter the US from China was interesting...the 4th stop on the trip became a little less so.
Start over.
I totally used to be just like your son.
I would go on and on. When mom would start saying "Uh-huh" and "Oh, wow". I'd get all serious and say, "Mommy, you have to talk real words". She was so snagged.
Of course, now I am a big bundle of "uh-huh"s and "REALLY"s to my three boys (and to my dh as well - sorry, dear).
Here is a little slice of heaven that keeps me entertained for hours upon hours:
http://www.geocities.com/webcipes/angellist.html
I've done this too many times I've lost count. In fact, just right now...
huh, huh.
I am doing this very thing as my son tells me about a story he wrote before bed.
Boogeymen hate droning, too.