No Talking to Mama!

Tonight, while we were having dinner, I was trying to talk to my wife about her day. Troy was feeling neglected and left out of the conversation, so he swatted me on the shoulder and said, “No talking to mama!”

So, I asked him why I couldn’t talk to mama. Was it a lack of legal contract allowing me to do it? Was it because I’d hit my quota of words for the day? Was it because he wanted to talk to mama? What?

To which he repeated, “No talking to mama!” So, I replied, “I’m not talking to mama. I’m talking to you. I’m asking why I’m not allowed to talk to mama.” To which he reiterated, “No talking to mama!” Feeling like I wasn’t getting anywhere, I said, “I got that part. But if you can’t give me a better reason than that, then I’m going to talk to mama, because she’s a nice person to talk to.” To which, Troy let out a big sigh and rolled his eyes at me.