Yesterday, I was listening to an audio book on my iPod as I was driving home. I admit that I really just wanted a break from the back seat incessant talking of those 2 seven-year-old boys, especially Deniska, who will ask a zillion questions within 2 minutes. Anyway, I digress. After the 10th question in 5 seconds, I finally explained to Deniska that I was listening to my book and I could not hear him. I put in my earplugs (do they still call them that?) and I pretended to be listening to the book. I did not have the iPod on, just wanted a break from talking – sneaky, huh? After a few minutes the conversation from the back seat went like this:
Deniska: Mama can’t hear anything Nikolai!
Nikolai (exasperatedly): Yes, Deniska. She is listening to her book and cannot hear us.
Deniska (doubtfully): We can say anything about her we want and she can’t hear us. Right?
Nikolai (irritated): Yes, Deniska.
Deniska (thoughtfully): Mama is so sweet! I love her!
Nikolai (after a pause): I ate a booger one time. I didn’t like it.
Deniska: Yuck! That’s gross.
Nikolai: I only did it one time.
Deniska: Are you sure?