Tori, Tori

That's all Ollie kept yelling last night. He was a motormouth, and so was his sister. Nonstop chatter from the moment they got into the car. When we got home, Ollie put away his blocks, pulled out his Power Rangers and spun some yarns for me. Than, when his sister got home from the grocery store, he plied her and his dad with stories. The two chatted with each other and with us all night long. It got so loud at one point that Huts and I had to shush them. They were so quiet at dinner, and then, boom. The talkin' started.