I just spent 8 hours trapped in a car.
For the last three of those, I had a two-year old talking constantly:
"Mama...memember went to car wash? Memember soap bubble? Green bubble. Pink bubble. I see towel. Mememeber see towel? 'ellow and bean towel? Memember?
Seriously folks. For three frickin' hours.
He's still not in bed.
He's still talking. Standing here next to me. TALKING.
I thought this whole talking thing would be cute.
Not so much.