My kids talk...A LOT. My nine year old daughter started talking at 18 months and has been chatty ever since. It can take her ten minutes to tell a story that could've been told in three sentences. My husband and I often say that she would be an amazing FBI interrogator. Criminals would certainly cave in and divulge their secrets if they had to spend time locked in a room with her.

My five year old son rambles all day. He talks to his sister, us, and his toys. He sings while he plays, and is always making noise. He's still at a stage where he asks questions constantly too. It's enough to drive a Mother crazy.

Yesterday, I took my son to his doctor to have impacted wax cleaned out of his ears. His ear canals are very small, so they easily clog up and we've been making trips to the ENT every few months. When he starts asking, "What?" all the time, we know it's time to schedule an appointment.

After the procedure was over and he climbed out of the chair, his doctor asked, "Does that feel better?"

My son replied, "Yeah!"

Then he realized that he could actually hear himself talk and said, "But, my mouth is SO LOUD!"

You're telling me, kid. You're telling me.

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