Pea never stops chattering. He chatters through meals, he chatters through stories, he chatters through everyone else’s conversations, he chatters well past tuck-in time at night. Poor Tea will be snoring, exhausted, and 2 feet away Pea will chatter on in his bed for an hour. It’s always a string of words and phrases nonsensically strung together. Who does he think he’s talking to, and what does he think he’s saying? He is perfectly able to have regular conversations, but if we’re not talking with him, he’s often chattering away to himself. Enthusiastically.
I really should record him because presumably he won’t do this when he’s, say, 12, and I might miss it, or even (this seems impossible) forget. In small doses, it is very endearing, but the steady stream of nonsense starts to eat away at my brain after awhile. Today I just stopped to listen for two minutes and typed what he was saying. Just two minutes.
sugar plums dance in their heads.in their heads.in their hat.in their hat.a donkey.hi ho the dairy-o.no corny on the corner.i found the corner!in the mitten! in the mitten.there’s a corner.mitten mouse mouse.down down street.train.back up the tunnel.the tunnel up.found a little corner there.(whispering)drop any off.drop any off.drop any off.(speaking again)a need a little holder.hold.ho-ho-hold.a little one.i need a little one.ho-hold!whatever, you can’t touch it right now.i am breaking the hole.put it back.let me help.in the water.drop!dropped it.(laughing)uh, uh, up, up, upstand down.where is mine?no down on the fence.say hey, no no!kay kay kay kay….diddly dum. diddly dum.dum dum dum dum dum.haircut?grandma, haircut?i got it from the haircut store.kiddie car kiddie car kiddie car.for real, man.i know, i know.it might be here.why?