Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for January 27, 2015

HAHAHAHAHA! I remember once when Val said that teenage boys cope with adolescence by disappearing while unfortunately teenage girls don’t. Hahaha. xD

Max is a boy…Statistics reveal (mine) that boys don’t talk as much as girls. Always a chatty Kathy myself, I really missed that, but did not want to ‘press’.

My brother was always the chatty one in the family (and still is in his 60s).

This is day #2 of a rerun week of March 7-12, 2011 Stone Soup strips.

Lucy is so cute with only a tuft of hair on her head!

As a family when we went out to eat our poor daughter hardly ever got to talk of school issues as her older brother by three years hog all the time with school events. We did not know there was trauma going on with our daughter. She is fine just another girl managed secretly to get her in trouble by soft whispering teacher could not hear. For money our daughter would ask for gas money when wanting to go somewhere, place we lived at the time hard to find work. Our daughter would get dramatic though not big issue not like Holly.

Agreed Val.

Yup… new parents spend the first year wishing the kid could walk and talk… and the next 20+ wishing s/he would do neither.

The year Luci was born, my son was born. He’s 7 now so it’s funny to see her still as a baby.

As I might have mentioned earlier, when I was a Voc Rehab counselor, I had some clients (or “individuals,” as we were supposed to refer to them) that were extremely nonstop talkative. I’d just about have to walk them to the door to our office, open it, nudge them out, and thrip them loose. Once I took a woman to Wendy’s for lunch so we could eat and I could say goodbye!BTW, there were men and women represented in this group, and most or all of them had seizure disorder.

As I might have mentioned earlier, when I was a Voc Rehab counselor, I had some clients (or “individuals,” as we were supposed to refer to them) that were extremely nonstop talkative individuals. I’d just about have to walk them to the door to our office, open it, nudge them out, and thrip them loose. Once I took a woman to Wendy’s for lunch so we could eat and I could say goodbye!BTW, there were men and women represented in this group, and most or all of them had seizure disorder.

I once teased my son’s teacher for having a bad spelling class. She said “What?” I asked her, "When will you teach my son that “Mom” isn’t spelled “ATM”? She laughed with me and admitted her daughter thought the same thing.