My children have no manners.
Whenever they are trying to talk to you, another one swoops in and at the top of their lungs tries to divert your attention with their own fascinating anecdote. It gets pretty loud when you have four small people shrieking at the top of their lungs.
I WAS TALKING TO MOMMY FIRST!
MOOOOM! SHE’S COMMANDING ME! ( A favorite saying of unknown origin)
STOP TALKING, I WAS TALKING FIRST!
It goes on and on and on…
Until I finally, at the top of MY lungs yell, “STOP SCREAMING EVERYONE!!!!”
A little ironic, huh?
A good friend of mine was telling me about watching some lamo sitcom like Full House where they had a “talking stick”. Anyone who was speaking was required to hold the stick and then pass it on to the next person who wished to speak.
Sounds good, huh?
Yeah, any fool can see that the old “talking stick” would be perfect for beating someone else over the head, or if you prefer, doing the Tonya Harding.
So, until I find a way to implement sign language in our house at all times, I will have to settle for the system we have in place.
Maybe I will buy some ear plugs.
