He’s here, he’s there, he’s loud, he’s obnoxious, he’s missing, he is talking and talking and talking… Basically, he has been in every corner of the house inside and out before I have breakfast ready. Then there’s the chatter; it goes on and on “Mom, what does this spell…” “Mom, I know what 20 and 20 is. Am I right?” “Mom, when are we going to go to the dollar store?” “Mom, guess if I have to poop right now or not.” Seriously. Sometimes I just shut down from the chaos that is Layne’s life. You know, tune him out, ignore him, hide, it’s a built in defense mechanism.
Yesterday morning Layne was rambling about some “bad guys.” I was in my defensive “half-listening mode,” that must have seemed to Layne like my “I don’t believe you mode.” That’s when he brought in “the evidence,” which is just how he presented it to me; An empty carton of ice cream and two large QT soda cups by our front door. Layne pointed out that this evidence could only mean one thing; two bad guys were eating ice cream and drinking soda on our porch last night. Now THAT was worth listening to.
