Whoops . . . did I say that?

While sitting at the table (in Gettysburg), eating dinner one night, Deanna and Dane began complaining about Daelyn.

"He talks constantly," one said.

"Yeah, Mama. He talks nonsense."

"He does. He just wants to hear his own voice."

"That's why he talks. He doesn't have anything to say, but he just keeps talking to hear his own voice. Half the time he's talking, it's just nonsense."

When they paused, Daelyn began talking nonsense again.

I reached over and patted him on the arm.

"Stop talking nonsense, Daelyn, and drink your broccoli."


So much for encouraging silence instead of silly talk.