Loquacious

My sweet girl is compassionate, fastidious, artistic, determined, and sometimes shy.  When we are at home she is frequently loquacious.  

Here is a portion of our conversation this evening.  I was just finishing bathing C. and had S. put her feet in the tub since they had gotten a bit dirty while she was outside.  Here is the conversation that followed:

S:  I think this makes my legs feel better. (They were sore from riding her bike.)

Me:  Good (C. giggles as I dry his hair)

S:  What are you doing?

Me: I..

S:  Babies laugh different than us, I mean their laughs are cool, I mean they sound cute....right Mommy?

Me: Well...

S:  His hair is so cute like that.  Do we get to make strawberry jelly?  I meant to say jam, strawberry jam.

Me:  As soon as...

S:  Jam and jelly are different aren't they, I mean one is liquidy, right?  (All the while her little hands are flapping up and down like the little finch that she is.)

At this point I no longer attempt to respond since I have discovered that these questions do not really represent her desire to obtain information, but instead are a means of emptying her word bank that seems to be bottomless.  I know I'll miss all the chatter one day.  So most of the time I try to treasure it, but for this brief moment I am enjoying the hum of the refrigerator.