Last night N and I were watching our normal hour of TV before bed when he decided I was no longer allowed to talk.
Which is fine, except that N talks a lot during most shows, providing a continual string commentary and thoughts (I’m used to it – but we don’t watch TV with other people for this reason). Last night he was dead wrong about two specific things that were happening in the show and I couldn’t correct him. Arg.
I find not talking difficult. Which is strange since I’m so shy around other people. With N, I need to talk!
He found it very amusing.