My son is at the age where every car ride is "question, answer and story time." He's either asking me questions about things he's pondering, things he sees out the window, or telling me stories that he wants to share. I mostly don't mind it, but some days I want to turn around and say, "be quiet!" It's not that I don't want to hear what he has to say. It's just that sometimes I wish he could sit and enjoy the silence like I do. Even at home, there are few moments in the day when he's not talking. The thing is, though, that someday when he stops talking so much, I'll miss it. I'll miss his squeaky little voice and his funny stories. I'll miss the way he pronounces words and the way he rearranges them in a way that makes sense to him. I know that once he's past this chatterbox phase, I'll probably crave his non-stop banter.