Snakes In A Tub

Have I mentioned that Sarah likes to talk? Well, she likes to talk. Really, really likes to talk. At times, it feels like her talking will never, ever stop and that my ears will clog from the torrent of words being shoved into them at the rate of a raging Alaskan river in the spring and that my clogged ears will wither from the buildup, fall off of my head and shrivel into useless papery, pink leaves.

But, I'm not complaining. I love to hear what's going on in her head. Here's a snippet of a bath time conversation. Keep in mind that she wasn't particularly chatty on this evening.