Lying in the bath indulging in quiet navel contemplation, I overheard a conversation between father and son.
Father, “Your Granny sure can talk.”
Son: ‘Yeah? You should hear it when she and Mommy get together.”
Son has reached the point of pre-puberty conversation where words are replaced by grunts, looks and subtle shifts in body posture.
The nuances of mother – daughter conversation baffle him.
Anyway, some psychic once said my mother was a nun in a silent order in her last life, so she has a lot to make for.
And apparently men talk more than women. HAH.