We were sitting around the breakfast table Friday morning discussing the day and trying to make sure everybody knew what everybody else was doing so we didn’t have any disasters. (What? I thought Mom was available to take me to my appointment…Wait! I was planning on using the car. Can’t you drive the van…) Seeing it was going to be tough to get a word in edgewise without being accused of interrupting, Noah wisely raised his hand to signal that he had something he wanted to say. At first, nobody seemed to notice him; he grinned at me and kept it up. Still nobody acknowledged him, so he propped his right hand up with his left hand to wait it out. This brought a general laugh and attention turned to him, but alas! Dad thought of one more thing he needed to say about the last topic. “Now it is your turn.” Mom said, but there was one more thing I needed to say.
The hand came back up…and then Noah propped it again. “Sorry Noah” we all chorused.
He sighed with relief and opened his mouth – only to be interrupted by Kathrina. This time Mom said, “Wait a moment Kathrina, it really is Noah’s turn.”
Poor guy!
~ Janna Rae
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