My nerve endings need a hat

Devon is quite possibly one of the sweetest creatures on the face of the earth, he is loving, interested and devoted. He is also talkative. Chatty to the point where he sometimes looks at me and says, “Hellooooooo? I was saying this to you and you are not even using your ears, Mai-Mai! Duh”  Sort of scary for a four year-old. At this point I often realize that for some span of time all I have heard is the sort of “Wha-wha-wha-wha” that the Peanuts cartoons used to use when a parent was on the phone with Charlie Brown or Lucy. Tonight it is 9:30 and Devon has been talking for fourteen hours. Straight. From the time he opened his angel blue eyes all the way through dinner. In Mass this morning he wanted to talk about the cross and that fellow hanging up there with nails in his feet. Later the topic was why did Underdog have brown hair on his arms while Devon only has white. Lunch brought about the topic of the need for a Hulk costume in his wardrobe. And on and on and on.  One of the high point in my 38 years will be in just about 15 minutes when I put him to bed and close his door. Love him I do, but I just want a little peace right now.