I have a child who talks. I mean she ta-a-a-a-alks. Loves to tell you her dreams, the tales of the school day, her thoughts on how she thinks life should be. It's fun to hear her creative ideas and she comes up with good points however, well, there are times when I tune her out because the descriptions can go on for a lo-o-o-o-ong time. This morning, after she finished the lengthy retelling of her cool dream while I was in the shower - out of the shower - washed my face - brushed my teeth - moisturized - got dressed AFTER that story was told, she went to play on the computer. A little quiet time, I thought. I was in the kitchen making breakfast when she decides to tell me another story. Uh huh, yep. Oh, interesting. I'm listening then I start to fade. And, for a brief time, so does she. Something shiny on the computer must have caught her eye. She makes a comment about me not picking up a sweet treat from the Farmers Market that morning and I said "Well, if