Talking More?

I told Emily I was going to lay down on the couch for a couple of minutes to rest since I was tired and still had a lot to do tonight. She comes over, lays down beside me, and starts this dialogue as I try to follow with my eyes closed...

"Wow...it is so peaceful and quiet right now. Don't you think it's peaceful and quiet? It's so nice to be able to lay down here and not be bothered...hey, Sarah, quit climbing on me! Owww, you are pulling my hair! You are about to get down onto Marvin! Marvin, don't lay down right there! How old is Marvin? Is that in human years or dog years? What about in dog years? How old is Sarah in dog years? Did you hear that, Eliana? Wow...So 9 x 7 must be 63, huh? I read in a book one time about a man who had a dog. He said the dog was 10 in human years and 70 in dog years. I saw a show today about a talking dog. The dog couldn't speak until she ate some alphabet soup one day. She started talking and her family took her to the doctor. The doctor said that the alphabet letters must have gone up to her brain instead of into her stomach so she was able to start talking. I'll bet if I ate alphabet soup, I would be able to talk more!!"

I had to ask her to repeat the dog story because I had zoned back in just in time for the "I would be able to talk more!" line. I told her that I wasn't sure she had that problem... :)