I have a serious chatterbox on my hands folks.
If she's not humming, eating, or sleeping, she's talking.
Actually scratch that, she talks in her sleep as well.
Sometime's it's adorable, other times, I want to pull my hair out.
Here's a little sample of the B-Bug's chatter:
"Why is Dad's motorcycle black?"
"I love dinosaurs, I wish I had one."
"Why is there a yellow truck at that house?"
"That tree has no leaves right?"
"I like whales, but I don't like to eat them."
"Red popsicles are my favorite."
"How many dresses do I have?"
"Mom, why do you wear sunglasses?"
"How come the vacuum so loud?"
"Where is Nana, Where is Papa, Where is Aunt Megan, Where is Grandpa?"
"Is Grandpa my preschool teacher?"
"Pandas are my favorite animal, Orcas are my favorite whale."
"You can't wear backpacks at church right? Just if you are a missionary."
"I hope I look nice for my prince."
"Mom, what is this song called?"
"I don't like peanut butter right?"
"Movies are long."
"There is grass on our grass place."
"We have seven baby ducks that live there."
And so on, and so on, and so on.
Ahhh the B-Bug.