Talking With Youngsters
It’s been rather a disappointment, really. The psychologist insisted that I be allowed to talk with the children every night at a given time, if we were to allow X to take the kids on this trip. And he has cooperated.
But last night, the kids were constantly being distracted by their uncles and cousins — one of whom was trying to lick them while they were trying to talk with me — and I couldn’t really carry on a coherent conversation.
And tonight, they were being distracted by something else … I’m not sure what. Anyway, the five-minute conversations are quite frustrating. I cannot get more than a monosyllable out of them: “Are you having fun?” “Yeah.” “Did you have fun today?” “Yeah.”
Sigh. I suppose I am expecting a bit much, hoping for coherent phone conversation from children so young, but they talk a blue streak here at home. I’m always begging them to shut up for a few minutes. Now, when I would give my left arm (I’m a lefty) for them to chatter their heads off at me, I can’t get six words out of them. Oh well.