Wito talks a lot.
This trait seems to garner the most attention from friends, acquaintances, and strangers. “Wow! He’s so verbal!” and “He talks more than my daughter/niece/grand-daughter!” are comments made to me on a weekly basis. I, of course, realize that these statements are code for COULD YOU PLEASE SHUT YOUR CHILD UP??
Well, the answer is no. (Unfortunately.) Wito never stops talking. He talks to his friends, he talks to inanimate objects, he talks while he’s playing (usually giving a play-by-play of what he’s doing and/or quoting the Cars movie), he talks while pooping, hell, he even talks in his sleep. If Wito is in the vicinity, you can be assured that he’s jabbering on about something.
A couple of weeks ago, when I literally thought my ears were going to jump off my head and run for the horizon, I looked him squarely in the eye and calmly asked if he could stop talking for 30 seconds. A mere 30 seconds! It couldn’t be that difficult, right? He glanced at me, lip quivering, and earnestly answered, “But I can’t. I CAN’T STOP TALKING, MOMMY!” At that point, I realized he might as well have been an alcoholic talking about the bottle. My son is ADDICTED TO TALKING.
As you can imagine, poor Wita hasn’t experienced a nanosecond of silence since her arrival. As her 11-week birthday approaches, it seems she has adopted the “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em” attitude.
Is it possible that Wita might outdo Wito in the chatting-your-ear-off department? If so, LORD HELP US ALL.
p.s. – Today is the last day to vote for Whoorl and Hair Thursday in the Just Spotted OC Blog Awards! Do it for your country! Or my poor, ravaged ears!