I'm sure no one else ever does this, but sometimes Brad and I tune out a little bit when Ty just talks and talks and talks. The little guy has been talking since he was eighteen months and he's barely stopped for a breath!
Last night we were driving to the church and Ty, as usual, was chatting away a million words a minute. Both Brad and I were kinda spaced, not really paying attention. By the tone of his voice, we could tell he had asked a question, so Brad just nodded his head and said, uh-huh.
All of a sudden, screams from the back seat! Crying and sobbing, snot and tears flying this way and that. It was then that I tried to recollect what it was that Ty had asked. I know he had been talking about monsters for a while before that, and then at the end of the latest question I know I had heard "at the church?" After Ty calmed down enough to talk, we realized he had asked us if there were monsters waiting for him at the church. And here's Brad nodding, and saying "uh-huh"!
No worries, though. We were able to convince Ty that there were no monsters at the church, only nice people. And thankfully, he's a forgiving soul. I guess we should start listening a little more. At least before we say something!