MOSTLY to myself.
Usually they go like this:
I'm playing Bookworm on the couch in the livin room.
Michael is in his room right off the living room.
"Hey did you know that gliverly is not a word?"
"Wow neither is riges."
"They won't even allow COON! "
FINALLY a response:
"i m a g i n e. . . ."
"WOOOHOOO!! I just got 1250 points!!"
"y a y."
"Hey do you know if The Good Wife is on tonite?"
(sigh) "n o."
"Do you care?"
"Want some coffee?"
"sure." (at this point anything to get me to shut up and go to another room.)
Those are my conversations.
If we are in the same room, it becomes looks instead of words.
Head tilted, one eyebrow raised, lookin at me like "You're kiddin, right? No one is that dumb."
I give him a full teeth smile!
He loves me.
Sigh. Yeah, he does.
And I love him.
Mom's are like that ,ya know? Really we are!