I’m a talker. I can’t help it. Not only is it my personality to socialize, but I work from home so when I’m around people, well, that’s my chance to communicate. I’m also someone who volunteers quite a bit at my kids’ school so there’s lots to take care of and lots of communication happening.

Typical of the male species, my son hates waiting while I talk. It’s not so bad if there’s another kid around to pass the time with but otherwise he feels he’s got important stuff to do too. After all, he’s got Legos at home just waiting to be played with.

This morning I was speaking with a couple of parents regarding a fundraising meeting and Jack kept poking me. He whined and complained and poked. I told him to be patient but the poking continued. Once we were finished and walking to the car I told Jack that what I was doing was important and was for him and Jill as well as other kids. I also told him that it was rude to keep poking me. He replied, “Well, I was trying to find the off button but you don’t have one!” Yep, kid, you’re right on that one.

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