Speak Up, Sonny

I really think I have a hearing problem.

 

Seriously.

 

I find myself cocking my head to one side when I am really trying to hear something.  I have to turn the TV up to an obnoxious level to not miss a word.  But most sadly, I cannot hear my 8 year old.

 

Sigh.

 

His voice is at frequency level I just cannot pick up.  If there even is such a thing.  That child talks, and I hear

 

"whawha  wha whawhawha whawha"

 

So sad.

 

 

"Mom, can I have a cookie?"

 

I hear,  "Mom, please dance with the Wookie"

 

"I can't find my shoe"

 

I hear, " You're standing in goo"

 

You get the idea.

 

I finally had to explain to my favorite son, if you want me to hear you, you gotta come and talk right to my face. 

 

He suggested I go get my hearing checked.

 

That night, we were downstairs watching our weekend's worth of college football games when Jeff ran upstairs to refill his water cup.  I turned and hollered past Chase, asking Jeff since he was upstairs, would he grab me a drink, please.

 

Chase, dramatically rubbed his ear, and said, seriously,

 

"Well, at least you have no problem talking."

 

Thanks for your heart-felt concern, Bub.