I have a little girl in my room who likes to talk. A lot. At lunch she starts her stories – actually, just questions about “Have you seen (insert kid’s movie title here)?” – by announcing, “Guys, can I tell you sumping?” She never looks at anyone, but just says it over and over. Her friends talk over her. That’s what little kids do.
The other day it was killing her. “Guys, can I tell you sumping?” (Conversation continued.)
“Guys, can I tell you sumping?” (talk talk talk)
“Guys! I wanna tell you sumping!” (talk talk talk)
Then she lost it. “You guys! You’re interrupting when I’m interrupting.”
I choked on my tortilla chip a little bit.