Sometimes, when we are all in the car, the boys actually talk to each other instead of to us. This is a relief, and we try to encourage such behavior.
Most of the time, however, they talk to us. Usually both at the same time. This pisses off Zachary to no end, because his brother just keeps getting louder in an attempt to be heard above Zachary’s continual stream of chatter. The other day, at his wit’s end, Zach shouted at Benjamin.
“Stop saying that. I need some talking time.”
Now, it seems to us that pretty much all the time is Zachary’s talking time, but, nonetheless, I am considering changing the name of my blog.