Arthur Fixes the Cars
“Work, work, work, work, work, work. Fix, fix, fix, fix, fix. I’m working on the car, Mary. Mary? I’m under the car and I’m fixing it. I put it up on the chairs so I could get to the underneath and now I’m fixing it. Mary. Mary? Mary, you have to get under if you want to see what’s on the underneath, and so I’m under it, and when I’m down here I can see and I will fix the car. Fix, fix, fix, fix, fix, fix, fix…It’s okay if you get dirty when you’re under a car, because there’s lots of grease and oil down here, but I will just wash off when I’m done and that will be okay, just to get a little grease and oil on my hands. Work, work, work, work, work…I’m working Mary. Mary? Mary, I’m working down here. I’m a busy guy, and soon the car will be all fixed and ready to drive again. Mary. Mary?”
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Lovely Arthur. He just needs to know you’re there so he can keep on talking, but no response is ever really required, is it?
At least you know somebody works on cars at his house. I think it’s funny that only ONE of my bunch knows what to do with our toy iron. And it’s not my child. š
From personal experience, let me just guess that *some* response is required, right?
Oh, Darling Arthur! Did he by chance take at least one breath somewhere in those sentences?? I myself am interjecting little comments to Jordan as he continuously retells how he’s cooking breakfast for me, again, and again, and again… My head already hurts and it’s only ten to eight!
I love, love, love him because he isn’t mine!!!!!!
I didn’t know you offered job training there!
how precious!
Like Candace, I am very familiar with the constant talking and the constant expectation for a response. God, it’s exhausting…
That sounds like my son at that age. Chatter chatter chatter Mommy?Mommy? Mommy? chatter chatter chatter Mommmy?
You know, Tod-lar’s starting to do this now — this incessant chatter. Some days it makes want to pour Drano in my ears. Other days, it’s kina cute.
i never minded the chatter phase all that much, because a well-placed, “mm-hmm” or “really?” was always enough to please the boys i used to work with, and often what they were saying was pretty cute and/or interesting anyway. it was the “why?” phase i hated, because no matter how much i knew, that game inevitably continued until i couldn’t answer.
I have some new, un-used earplugs it you need them!
Mstr A started chattering at about 18 months.
He hasn’t stopped yet:-(
But he does preface every sentance with “excuse me”, so that’s ok then!
kep: Little kid monologues can be so cute. Much of my blog material is gleaned by sitting quietly and listening.
When he started, Arthur demanded my total attention for his monologues. After a year of being with me, he accepts “uh-huhs” when I can’t, or choose not to, interact. Training!
Candaca: Much less than initially. Sometimes, if I’m involved with someone else and simply can’t respond, he even stops with the “Mary? Mary?”
Jennifer: Does he stop for breath? Ummmm… Not that I’ve noticed! I’ve learned to tune it out through sheerest self-preservation. Over the year he’s been with me, he’s gone from demanding total attention to accepting that attention has to be shared, but nothing will ever stop this boy from constant talking. It’s who he is. I wonder how he’ll manage in school?
Momma to Ashley: Ha! So true. Arthur is cute in small doses. If he were mine? Brrr…
AnneV: I’m often amazed at what I offer here!
Kerry: Isn’t that a cute shot? So busy under the little plastic car. š
Kristen: After a year of consistent effort, Arthur now knows that he cannot expect a response every time. But the constant stream? It’s un-stem-able, I think. Even when it’s cute and clever and very funny, it is exhausting, particularly for we introverts.
Sunshine: How are your ears these days?
MiM: Drano. HA. I lean more to duct tape, myself.
Kari: We’re have complimentary tolerances. The constant, constant chatter I find wearing, but the ‘why’ stage, I find entertaining! Perhaps you could come and spell me off? I’ll do the “why” kids, and you can do Arthur?
AverageMom: Earplugs! If only they could make them wavelength-specific, so I could tune out the monologue for a time, yet still hear the other children.
MrsA: So what you’re hearing is,
“Excuse me, chatter chatter chatter. Mummy? Mummy, excuse me, chatter chatter chatter chatter. Excuse me.”
Oh, you’re right. Soooo much better.
wow, he IS a busy guy!
Oh my God. He is my oldest child.
And he still narrates everything.
Do you see why I need to come to Canada so often????
Kittenpie: Mostly from the chin up, but yes, busy, busy, busy!
Jen: I’m picturing twelve years of this. Twelve. Years. And you only speak of him with pride and affection. You are a Good Woman.
From someone who has a magpie like Arthur, I can sympathize. It’s weird, once my daughter goes to bed at night, I don’t like talking on the phone. I just like the silence.
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