They never. stop. talking.

Srsly. It's like Offspring Chatter Torture. OCT. It drills into your brain and all your sanity leaks out. The military could use tactics like these. I keep answering, but I must not be giving them the information they're looking for because they JUST. KEEP. TALKING.

For the record, today alone we've covered the following topics:

• Why words are spelled the way they are.
• The difference between a waffle and a pancake (the amount of dishes, as far as I'm concerned).
• Why some little brothers are circumcized and some are not.
• Why certain six-year-old neighbourhood children ought to be rounded up and sent to the zoo.
• Why some TV shows are not for children.
• Where fruit flies come from.
• Why we don't leave Barbie shoes on the floor (ouch).
• How many times one child can say "she poked me!" before the big vein in mommy's head explodes.
• What deodorant is for.
• Why changing into new clothes because you got a little handwashing backsplash on you is not acceptable.
• How many utensils one child needs for spagetti.
• Yes, Finnigan, gravity affects pizza.
• Yes, Finnigan, your sippy cup too.
• That you can no longer leave lids off of highlighters markers, because they will dry out and mommy no longer has access to any more free highlighters markers.
• That lippin' off to your mama is a good way to get a whuppin'. Rachel, this means you.

Finnigan spent about a half hour today in his playpen, banging on the window and yelling "DA-DA! DA-DA! DA-DAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!" and telling me "ta, mama" whenever I had a bottle in my hand. Demanding little booger.

It's 9:33pm, and my brain is long-since fried. And they are STILL. TALKING.

ShutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupSHUTUUUUUPPPPP!!!