This morning on our walk to school, Mary Clare kept up a constant stream of chatter for one-and-a-half blocks. When she finally paused, she stopped, looked at me and said, "You know, talking does not make me feel tired at all."
I tried not to laugh. Instead, I put my arm around, squeezed her shoulder and said, "Well, that's good, I guess."
She marched on, adding, "I am quite the talker."