As I walked Brooklyn to school today, she informed me, “Mom, Ashley doesn’t talk much at school.”
“Yep. She’s quiet.”
“Well, some people are quiet. That’s okay,” I explained. “And then, other people are chatterboxes,” I continued.
I looked at Brooklyn and asked, “So what do you think you are – quiet or a chatterbox?”
She glanced up at me with a decidedly guilty look on her face. “I’m a chatterbox,” she admitted under her breath.
I threw my head back and laughed uproariously. Let me explain. This is how the rest of our walk went. . .
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