A Short Story?
Mommy, tell the baby to stop talking to me.
Isaac, the baby is asleep. She is not saying anything.
Mommy, she won't stop talking to me... she's not using her voice... it is like a straight line between two souls. She won't stop telling me things. I'm tired and I want to sleep.
What are you talking about?
Mommy, it is called "twin-a-thetics". This is how she talks to me all the time.
Oh. (I think to myself that I have never heard of anything called "twin-a-thetics".) Oh, okay, I'll tell the baby that it is time to go to sleep, ... that she should stop talking to you.
Thank you, Mommy.
Rach', Rachel, your brother is tired. He would like to go to sleep. Would you please wait until the morning to finish telling him all these things? (What things!!!? What could she possibly be telling him? I am whispering into the ear of a sleeping baby. )
Okay, Isaac, the deed is done.
Thank G-d, Mommy. She said that she'd finish up in the morning just like you have asked. Good night.
(I hear my little boy recite the words of our "Shema" and the house settles into the quiet calm of night.)