Well, my goal was to not post for 3 months. I came close. Kidding. It's just been that kind of winter. Maybe I'll write more about that later.

So, I'm back--and here's one from yesterday.

I was in my bathroom TRYING to get ready in the morning. As is far too often the case, Sydney was in there as well. Under foot. Up on the counter. Down on the edge of the tub. In and out of the shower. On the toilet. And she was talking. Talking and talking. And talking about talking. "When can I wear makeup?". "Why don't we have curly hair?". "Do you put deodorant on EVERY day?". "Did you know Steven Tyler has the same birthday as me?". "When can I wear a bra?". And so on and so forth. She has no mute button, no sense of personal space, and no volume control.

The following is the exchange that took place that made me laugh because it is one that I have had with EVERY SINGLE PERSON I've ever encountered. And Sydney will too, as she is...me.

Me: Sydney. You really need to disappear.

Sydney: But I love you. I'll just sit over here.

Me: Fine. Back. Over there.

Sydney: This far enough?

Me: Yes. That should work. Now SHUSH. Really. Be quiet.

Sydney: I can't.

Me: You can. Quiet.

Sydney: No, I really can't. The best I can do is to be quiet-ER. That's it.

Occasionally quiet-ER, but never quiet. We're a pair.