I'm carrying folded laundry room to room.
This new baby nephew sits in room with Max.
Baby love is whining.
Max, you need to talk to him. Give me ten minutes to finish this and I'll come get him.
And in sweet sing song I hear . . .
Heeeyyyyy, what you do today?
Pause.
Heeeyyyyy, what you do today?
Pause.
And then a long drawn out -
Uhhhhhh . . .
Pause.
Heeeyyyyy, what you do today?
Pause.
And then the sound only a little boy can make when he imitates vomiting.
Pause.
And then again . . .
Heeeyyyyy, what you do today?
So, he may be Max the Great and The Maxinator and superhero The Maxman,
but . . .
he's no conversationalist, not a gabber, not a chatterbox.
But sweet baby nephew - he made not another sound.
