LOUD!

This morning my eldest son, T was at the table with us, reading scriptures before the C & E (out two elementary kids) had to leave for school. These two school babes were multi-tasking, eating breakfast while we read. T was overwhelmed by the noisy eaters, and complained loudly that 'he couldn't take it anymore and they must stop their smacking, immediately.' To this I roared with laughter, and he was shocked, until I told him the story of my sister, C. She has always had the kind of hearing that would put most humans to shame. It seems not a meal in my parents home that went by with out complaints of smacking, clicking spoons, chomping . . . there are to be sure a plethora of adjectives that she used - but these are the ones that quickly come to mind. My favorite incident, however, and the one that convinced me of her beyond human hearing ability was the time I was up a little late on the computer, which happened to be located in the room directly above her bedroom. There was a commotion and I soon heard through the floor, "Could you please stop typing so LOUD!"

Ah, . . . those were the days.