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2011-02-14T15:33:00.002-06:00

Do you talk to yourself? I do. It started when the kids were just tiny babies. The baby books recommended talking to your babies as much as possible to keep them engaged in the world around them. So I did. I maintained an on-going monologue while changing diapers or washing dishes. It must have been fascinating, because neither kid could take their eyes off me.

I also chatted with them as we strolled the aisles of the grocery store. It was important for 3-month old Colin to learn how to choose the best bananas. We discussed favorite brands of spaghetti sauce and whether we liked the new pictures on the cereal boxes.

The advice from the baby books must have been sound, because my kids started talking at an exceptionally young age and haven't shut up since. Neither of them felt the need to walk until they were almost a year-and-a-half old, but it wasn't a problem; they could just tell us where they wanted to be carried.

Thanks for your patience so far; this story really does have a point. You see, I got into the habit of talking to my kids while shopping for groceries. Problem is, my kids grew up and rarely go to the grocery store with me, but I haven't broken the habit of carrying on a running, one-sided conversation. I sometimes get odd looks from other shoppers, but the upside of this habit is that I generally have most of an aisle to myself while shopping.

I need help. If I can talk to you, maybe I won't be quite so tempted to chat with the cereal boxes. You may not be quite as cute as my babies were (then again, maybe you are - I don't know), but I'd appreciate it if you'd laugh and coo at my witty remarks once in a while. For old times' sake.

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