I spent a portion of my day today doing ECGs. I think I did three or four … I lost count. Anyway, all of the patients giggled at me, as I quietly (or not so much so) mumbled to myself every step of the way. Yes. When I’m doing something like that, where I need to concentrate, I tend to talk to myself.
Flash forward to right this second. I’m sitting here trying to get a few things accomplished (aka: catching up on my reader feed) and my son is sitting on the floor in front of me. Playing a game of chess. Against himself. Totally doing an out-loud play-by-play of the match. Against himself. I am hearing things like this:
“Boom! Nothing can hurt you!”
“I can’t believe he moved his king there!”
“And so … he takes the knight … he’s in check!”
I started to giggle to myself and was reminded of the giggling earlier today that was directed to me … for basically the same thing.
PS: Ignore my sub-standard photo quality. My camera is with my husband. In Sweden.
PPS: Don’t judge my son’s unique choice of snack combinations (Blizzard with a yogurt and cashew chaser)