Conversations with my children these days are extremely "interesting" as they go about in elongated routes to explain every little details in their stories and every little bumps and hiccups that occurred. I better have a solid hour or two in hand before attempting to get an answer to a simple question.
An innocent "how was lunch?" could result in everything from the crowded microwave to a stolen chicken piece to some one's spilled lunch. The gym experience you would regret the moment you asked, it would go on and on and on - who got hurt, who lost their tooth, who cried, who got a tally, who pushed who, and then what happened... it is endless.
Today Sharon brought home a cast of a seashell she had made from plaster of paris to understand how fossils are formed. It was a non-stop narration of how she made it - not dismissing any single detail in between as irrelevant, a good quarter hour she went! No, I am not exaggerating.
I don't mind it at all! In fact I truly enjoy listening to their narration of the day's event. But what bothers me is that they demand undivided attention while they speak. How is it even possible when all of them speak at once?
The slightest distraction results in an abrupt shutdown and immediate withdrawal and retreat to their rooms. It would be more time consuming when they finally return to continue the story - after my heavy begging and pleading... It drains me out at times; what am I to do?
Wait a minute; I think I see the problem! Have I not made a short story long by this very post?! And you didn't even ask... I guess I can't blame the children then...