Mrs F stumbles into the kitchen after a bad few hours with a nightmaring Baby (I think one was about cookies... fyi).
"Jabber Jabber Jabber." says Mr F
"jabber jabber jabber jabber jabber..." He continues, into infinity, always maintaining a 3 foot radius around me.
(If you know Mr F you know the man can talk... and he doesn't do it quietly)
"You are very talkative this morning." Mrs F manages, after listening for a good 20 straight minutes, while trying to measure coffee.
"Well, that's because I've been up for 2 hours with no one but the cat... jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber...." Mr F responds.
"Yeah. I get it." Mrs F says.
"When someone says that you are very talkative... it means... Stop Talking."Mrs F explains.
"Ooooh. I get it." Mr F says through a mouth of toothpaste (in the kitchen people...).
"Apparently, you don't." Mrs F replies.