I was driving my almost 11 year old daughter to a sleepover just a few minutes ago. On the way, she and I were talking about a friend of hers. The friend is lovely and an answer to prayer in so many ways. But as with all people, there is a quirk or two. So here is the conversation we had:
D: I really like her and have a good time with her. But she can sure talk.
Me: Oh really?
D: You know how a conversation is supposed to be like a tennis match, where one person says something and then the other person says something?
D: Well, she just keeps the ball!