Let the Talking Begin.

It's 8am, the dog wines. Rolling out of bed I struggle into my pants and shirt. Hook up the leash and taker her out side. Hmm... Mike's door is open, he's in the bathroom. I wait patiently for him to come out. Telling him that his mom is sleeping, so he need to wait in the living room or his bedroom until I get back inside. Not to knock on our door. The dog and I go out side, she does her business. As we come back into the house I get 'DAD? Can I play my power rangers game?" I tell him I don't know, he has to wait for me to move the dogs create, and let her into the livingroom. His response, "Ok, but can I play my power rangers game?" Down the hall I go to get the oversized crate, and back into the living room I struggle to the chant of, "Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad"

Set the crate down, "Can I play power rangers?"
"No, have to eat breakfast first."
"I'm not hungry."
"doesn't matter you have to eat first, you can wait, but you're not playing until you eat."
"Ok, Can I have waffles?"
"Sure, what kind?"
"Strawberry"
Move to the kitchen to make the waffles, the whole time he's talking to me in the background.

It is now 12:20, he has not stopped speaking for more then 30 seconds at a time. Just long enough to take a deep breath and start again. Even in the bathroom he yells so I can hear him.