Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Decades ago my daughter and I were going to drive from a friend's house in Syracuse NY to Waltham MA. Before I left, I called my roommate to let her know we were about to take to the road. She also spoke to my daughter.
Once in the car, my daughter started to chatter. Although she was a talkative three-year old, it had never been to that degree.
She recited nursery rhymes. At the 25th "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" I suggested she might want to nap. The blather went on and on and on. Only when we stopped for lunch did the constant talk stop BUT only until we were on the road.
Any of my suggestions to listen to music or try and imagine stories to ourselves went unheeded.
Some six hours later we pulled up in front of our apartment. I staggered out of the car, my head spinning. "I don't know what got into her?" I said to my roommate and explained Llara's constant talk. At this point she not saying a word.
"Oh, Oh." My housemate said. "I told her to keep you awake."
"And I did a good job," my daughter said. "I talked the whole way."
Fast forward many decades.
My husband and daughter were leaving in the middle of the night to go to Toulouse to fly on to the US. My husband had been working all day and into the time he was about to leave.
"Make sure he stays awake," I told my daughter.
When I woke several hours later I had a Facebook message from my kid. "Rick never wants to hear twinkle twinkle little star again."
Posted by DL NELSON at 7:14 AM