Why in the hell is my second-born so damn loud?!
I mean, seriously. I am standing right next to the girl, and she is talking at me like we are in a cheering soccer stadium! She has absolutely no inside voice.
“Hey, Foghorn! You need to whisper!”
Then she proceeds to talk to me in a normal voice – believing that she is whispering.
Sweet Baby Jesus – my baby can’t even whisper!
I put the baby to sleep:
“HEY DAD! DID YOU SEE THAT SQUIRELL RUNNING ACROSS THE STREET!”
The family is eating dinner:
“MAN! THESE ROLLS SURE ARE GOOD!”
Driving down the street:
“WOW! THAT IS ONE BIG SNOW HILL!”
I don’t want to hurt this girl’s feelings, but Good Gravy, there just isn’t enough earplugs to go around.