yackety yack

the little girl i nanny for is going through this phase she goes through about every 5th or 6th week. she starts talking INCESSANTLY.

i don't mean she talks a lot. i talk a lot. talking a lot i can handle.

i mean speaking, literally, without ceasing. yammering on and on about nothing until it becomes like playing a record backwards. at first, it's just a droning gibberish, but after a while you start to hear satan telling you to do bad things.

today, she suddenly turns to me and says, "kirsten?"
"...kirsten? kirsten? kirsten?"
"WHAT."
"i think i know how come i've been talking so much this week."
"is that so?"
"well, every time i have a thought, like maybe about how my dad asked to put away my socks this morning and i did it, after i have the thought i just say it. "
"uh-huh..."
"so every single thing i think, i say out loud!"
"that's a lot of thoughts."
"yeah. that's a lot of talking."
"...maybe you could try only saying those thoughts that require an answer, like, f'rinstance, maybe if you thought about your favorite something and wanted to start a conversation and asked me if i had a favorite thing, that kinda stuff. or if it was something important you really, really wanted to share... "
"yeah...kirsten, i really wanted to share about how my dad asked me to put away my socks this morning, and i did...*giggle*."
"that's funny. you know, satan suggested that i duct-tape your mouth shut. what do you think about that?"

okay, so the last part only happened in my head.
so far.