Mila and I usually talk all the way to school. The morning conversation starts with her telling me that sissy is riding the bus, and then it progresses to what animals she will see as we drive down the road. Cows and horses are a guarantee, but then she ponders if she will see any turkeys that day.
The turkey says, "bobble, bobble," by the way.
Mila talks about friends, any buses she might see, what she's hoping to eat that day ... all sorts of things. She essentially doesn't stop talking for the entirety of the 12-minute drive.
I suppose that's for a reason. When Alexis is also in the car, Mila is quiet. She's listening. I think her alone-in-the-car time is her best shot at getting a word in edgewise. Which, it rules. I'm more than happy to listen to her ramble on and on in her tiny little voice.
It's especially entertaining when she talks about things that are weird for a 2 year-old to talk about.
We were a collective hot mess this morning. Alexis slept through her alarm. I willfully ignored my alarm. Mila just plain doesn't do early. Combine the three of us, and I was super late leaving the house. One thing led to another and I ended up taking a work call in the car. It started right after the cows, but before the horses, and lasted all the way to the school parking lot.
Mila kept talking all the way through it. She honestly doesn't care if I'm listening or not; she's in it for the joy of forming the words.
She didn't seem to care that she could hear both sides of my conversation, either. She was laser focused on her words and paid no mind to what the caller was saying over my car speakers (all hail bluetooth connecting to the car!). It wouldn't have mattered if she was paying attention or not because the call was all sorts of technical and stuff. Lots of big words. Science words, even. It's almost like I have a real job that actually requires a certain level of education or something.
ANYWAY.
It was as we were pulling into the parking lot that I realized Mila was listening a bit more than I thought she was.
"That will work," she said. She was parroting something that I had said moments earlier. She continued the parroting, "Do you need hydrogen cyanide, too?" she asked.
You guys, you haven't lived until you've heard a tiny little 2 year-old try to pronounce "hydrogen cyanide." My only regret is that I don't have it on video. Because ADORABLE.
