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It Gets Quieter Yes?

Does your 4 year old shut up?


Mine doesn't either. Don't get me wrong, I love my boy with all my heart and would take a bullet for him but oh my god. Shut up every once in awhile. I now have a pretty good idea what I was like when I was his age. I almost feel bad. Almost.

If he isn't talking about everything relating to Spiderman, he's demanding you look at the tv immediately to see "that thing that looks like the Sandman's shirt from when he was Franco and tried to kill Peter Parker Spiderman's father no uncle in Dr Octopuss with Harry Osborne." Honest to God sentence spoken by him.

If he's not talking, he's singing. The same song. Over and over and over. Then there's the parrot in our house. She at least changes songs.* She's got to put her own spin on it though by adding 5 more rows and a dozen merrilys and no, doesn't make it all that much better.

I've heard "Hey Mommy","Mommy, look!" and "MOOOOOOMMMMMMMMYYYYYY!!!" no fewer than 39 times in the last 20 minutes.

I need to be medicated just thinking of Peanut at 4 if she's going to be anything like this.

*no clue who those kids are but they did a good job of singing.


Please don't say they will talk more next year. I'll lose my mind.

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