It's so hard not to talk to B when he is sitting on the couch quietly and I am puttering around lonely-like, with a hundred thoughts in my head. I catch myself when I'm just getting started talking- which is too late- and lamely trail away with, "I'm sorry. I'll stop talking to you." Sometimes he nods.
Then, when I'm finally engrossed in my Bible study he interrupts me with this:
"I love typing the word AVERAGE. It's so nice; you can type it with one hand."
That pretty much sums up our conversation for the night.
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This is more of a comment for Braden -- those type-it-with-one-hand words ARE great!
And yes, Calli, we have nights like that too. Sigh.
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