The Sound of Silence…

… is something that I never hear.   Kenny really does talk nonstop.   All day.   It’s charming, adorable, amazing, exasperating and sometimes exhausting.   Here is a transcript of our six minute ride to his gymnastics class today:

“Nastics!   Ball!   Gym-to-play!   Copter?   Copter!   Roof!   Hat.   WINDY!   Bye-bye, copter!   Ment!   Mama, ‘ment!   Gamma ‘ment trick buk!   Dada’s song?   Pa-leese?   Dudley ba-seat.   Duuuuudleeeeeey?   Dudley ‘ome.   Dudley ‘ome, Mama.   Nack?   Pretzels?   Pa-LEEEEESE?   Juice!   Bus.   Ride Bus.   Gym-as-ick!   Nasticks!   Play  ball.   Bat and ball.   Bat and ball BEACH!   O’in!   Beach!   Dada o’in.   Dada ‘ome?”

He changes subjects so rapidly, I can hardly keep up.   “Ment” means “cement truck” and he says it whenever he sees a piece of construction equipment that may or may not be found in a Tonka truck book that his Grandma gave him.   Although today, we really did see two cement trucks.   And the whole part about the ‘copter?   We saw a medical helicopter take off from the hospital roof three weeks ago, and since we were standing right there, the wind blew his hat off, and nearly knocked us both to the ground.   He still mentions it twice a day.  

The sweetest part of it all for me, though, is the fact that he likes to talk about things.   He doesn’t just tell me what he wants and needs, but he generates conversation about things he’s thinking about.   Like when he randomly starts talking about the helicopter blowing off his hat that day three weeks ago.   Or when he talks about going to the beach over this past weekend.   We were only there for an hour or so, and it was chilly and raining, but being there reminded him of our vacation at the beach in January, and how much he loved being at the beach all day every day.   It’s amazing what goes on inside that little head.  

So now that I think about it, peace and quiet is overrated…