Baby Monkey isn’t much for public speaking.
He keeps to himself in public situations and takes it all in and processes it on his own.
This leads people to think that he doesn’t really speak very much.
They say, “I can’t believe how quiet he is. Does he ever talk?”
The truth is, he is our most talkative monkey, which is a big accomplishment because for the first 6 years of her life, Monkey Girl was the chattiest child I had ever met.
Report cards and conferences were full of “She needs to learn when it is time to speak and when it is time to listen.”
And then came Baby Monkey.
Life with Baby Monkey is a constant stream of consciousness about anything and everything.
And so, on the way home from my niece’s communion party, on Sunday, I decided to secretly record his chatter.
It’s a short drive, and for a minute, there, I was concerned that, because he was so tired, he wasn’t going to be his normal self.
But, I waited him out and the chatter began.
Give it a listen and know that once the recording ends and we got out of the car, the conversation continued as we walked in the house, turned on the bath, took a bath, put on his jammies, played with toys, and got him tucked into bed.
Never. Stopped. Once.
Click the numerical link below (because I can’t figure out how to make it pretty).
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