Zoë is a talker.  And by talker I mean she NEVER STOPS TALKING.  Seriously.

Often times I feel really bad, because I am asking her to be quiet for 5 minutes here and there.  But then I talk while she is quiet.  Yes.  I too am a talker.  This really just hit me last night.   I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but I was just a little.

So, we were driving home from gymnastics and Zoë was talking and talking and I just couldn’t think.  So I asked her to be quiet for the ride home and we would just listen to music.  Just sit and the peace and quiet and listen.

Well, before I knew it we were talking again.  WHAT!?!  We were supposed to be quiet. I am pretty sure that I asked her a question to start the whole thing.  To ruin my 5 minutes of silence until the kids are in bed.  What was I thinking?

I said “We aren’t so good at this being quiet thing are we?”

Zoë: “Nope.  We like to talk.   WE SHOULD PLAY THE QUIET CAME.”

“yes please” (so I don’t have to listen to the excited yelling anymore)

“Mom if my beads make noise does that count?”

“No–only if you talk.”

“READY, SET, Go” she yelled and was then quiet for the entire 5 minutes it took us to get home.

It was pure bliss.

Then I pulled up to the curb and it stopped.