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.
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Why three feet? Does this have a special significance?
This is hilarious! You guys are funny
Toothpaste in the kitchen. I love it.
Does the 3-feet having something to do with the overall length of your reach, unarmed? Like, subconsciously, he knows that if he maintains a 3-foot zone around you, and you have nothing else in your hands that otherwise extends that reach, he will survive?
malpas,
He's just a natural hoverer. He has, with time, learned to give me a tiny bit of space (arm length). But I am a walking flesh magnet, between Mr F, the kids, and the cat... someone is always in touching distance.
Smitty,
Ha! Yes. He's just that inch past the danger zone.
My husband does this to me too. This morning he was in the other room rambling away - he didn't seem to care that I couldn't hear a word he was saying. After walking into the kitchen and trying to grab onto a thread of the 'conversation' I said, "Do you have to use ALL of the words?" Thankfully this made him laugh AND stop talking.
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