She who talks more will win the man

Out of all the things that Iman could have inherited from me, her talking skills came out on top of the list. I have noticed that since she was very young, Iman could “babble” in a conversation with strangers with astonishing ease. She likes to draw attention and make herself heard, but most of all, ever since she’s found words, she loves to talk NONSTOP! Funny enough, I can’t even complain, because I’m usually the one striking up conversations in line at the bank, or at the grocery store. So as far as I can see, she’s picked up these genes straight from me!

Now the poor guy who gets stuck in the middle of all this is Omair. He’s the “thinker” in our family, and does most of his talking in his head. So the poor soul has to listen to the two of us chatting away all the time.

The best is when he comes home. As soon as he walks through the door I’m usually bursting with things to say and stories to share, but Iman also has her share of “talking” to do. Some days it’s really funny, because Omair sits and tries to talk to the both of us at the same time, but Iman soon loses her patience and just keeps using her hand to turn Omair’s face towards her. The other day she finally reached the end of her patience and turned to me, put her finger on her lips and said “Mama, shhhh!” and then turned Omair’s face to hers and said… “Baba, listen, Iman talking.”