On the way back from taking my daughter and her friend to take dance pictures (SO CUTE, by the way!), it was non-stop talking. This friend of Jenna’s,(I’ll call her “B”) in fact, has an opinion on everything, and seems to think she’s an expert in many things. If she were my daughter, I’d probably blog about nothing else.
B: “Look over there at those birds! They are going to get shocked on that power thingy!”
J: “I hope they are careful.”
B: “If you touched one of those power things, you could get shocked. And petrified.”
J: “Uh-huh. Only I don’t know what that is.”
B: “Neither do I, but it will happen to you. Unless you are wearing gloves. Those guys that work on those things wear big thick gloves.”
J: “Even mittens. If they wear mittens they won’t get hurt.”
B: “Or be unconscious. That’s when you go to sleep and you don’t wake up for a long time. Like until midnight!”
(At this point I felt it my duty as a mom to give them a little lecture about how power lines will still hurt you even if you were wearing gloves, and how you should never ever touch a power line if you see one on the ground. They just went right on with new topics.)
B: “Hey, I just saw a deer! I mean, not a deer, a bear! I saw a BEAR over there on the mountain!”
J:  “Oh, me, too!”
B:  “And I see it’s cave. There’s it’s cave with a little bear cub inside!”
(Imaginative, that one.)
J: Cute!
B: Cute!
Yes, it was cute. About as much cuteness as I could stand. At this time I say a silent prayer of thanks that the dance studio is really quite close to my house, and make a mental note to not sign up for things with this girl that are more than a 10 minute’s drive. Because I don’t know if I can stand that much cute conversation on the drive.
Yes, there’s only so much of that “kid talk” that an adult can stand, I know. Its interesting to hear what they think they know, though.
Boy, you should hear Braeden talk in the car! He never even takes a breath!
I think that may be what Mom was talking about. Driving all the way from Arizona.