“A are your listening ears broken?” I asked.
“Oh no, ears broken. Dada fix?”
“Are you going to listen to Dada?” I asked her.
“No, ears broken, A fix.” She shook her head while pointing to her ears. “Dada no fix, Momma no fix.”
Well, she forgot to fix her broken listening ears. I love talking to the walls of my house. Even my dog doesn’t listen. I think it is time for a cup of tea and to enjoy the quiet . . . till hubby gets home.