Do you really want to know:
And that's JUST Darling Daughter. While she's in the middle of her spiel, her brothers are in the back seat droning on about some video game or Lego set or cool episode of Star Wars the Clone Wars or what happened in the last chapter of their book and no one over the age of 13 even has a clue what they're talking about.
It's like...being buzzed in the ears by a million mosquitoes!
You see, I know exactly what to do to get my kids to open up and spill the beans. I know precisely what button to push.
It's the "on" button on my car stereo.
It never fails. NEVER.
We can ride for 32 miles with no noise. Deadly quiet. Eerie silence. No one saying a word. Not so much as a sniffle. Only the sound of breathing. Blank stares out the windows.
But the moment...the instant...the very split second I turn on the radio?
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah....those mouths all start yapping. At the SAME time. Talking over each other. Louder and louder. Trying to get a word in edgewise while the others are talking. Raising their voices to be heard over siblings and 80's rock.
Not that I don't WANT to know what's going on in their lives...I do. But couldn't they have shared all of that vitally important information one-at-a-time back when I wasn't trying to sing along to Foreigner??
Or maybe they're trying to shut me up? They don't appreciate my singing? Could be.
Cause as soon as I give up, turn the radio off and pay attention to them?
THEY SHUT UP!