My Mother said....

When I was 4, the bus from the Pier Head to our 'Terminus' was about 90 minutes. On one occasion, with my Mother and (younger) brother, I climbed upstairs to the front of the bus for the journeys duration.

A woman sat behind my Mum and, She, I noticed, kept looking at me. However, I continued to play and - through discussion - describing possible parameters to my brother, pausing only on occasion - for clarification (asking my Mum a question.).

Our bus finally stopped and the woman behind my Mum tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned, the woman said, "Does your daughter (nodding in my direction) not pause for breath?"

With a heavily resigned sigh, my Mother replied......



"No"

The woman returned the stare before comment, "Well... " she said, "You have my sympathy"
and my Mum 'thanked' her.


Minutes later, as Mum helped me jump the distance between the bus step to the pavement, I asked her,

"Mummm..... when that woman said something about me, before, what did she mean?"

My Mother said, "She said you're a 'Chatterbox'",

I said, "What's a Chatterbox?"

My Mother said, "Someone who keeps talking and asking questions from the moment that they wake up till they're tucked up in bed"