The Thinker

Since I forgot to Blog yesterday I will post two today. The first is another nostalgic oldie the kids will enjoy.
There are four of us nonstop talkers, plus a chattering baby (Gloria) & a husband who gives a very good imitation of "The Thinker" statue.
He has a unique & talented ability to tune out volumes of verbiage & enjoy his own solitude in the midst of the maddening crowd (us.)
He has told me, and tis true, that I waste my time telling him anything unless I am positive he is ready to listen.  Otherwise the appropriate "uh huh, mmm hmm" remarks are signs of surface registration only.
On rare occasion I am favored with a smile, perhaps a kiss & an alert: "I am ready to listen dear if there is anything you need to say."
Naturally I am always rendered speechless and my hubby, fully confident that he has fulfilled yet another listening duty, happily closes his ear canals & retreats into his own world once again.