I talk too much.

Really, I do. I can hear the sarcastic chorus of "No, really? You?" Yesterday, however, after trying all day without success to get my boys to stop arguing, I stopped talking. Out of frustration or desperation maybe. I'm not sure. I just stopped talking, and since we were outside, picked up the bucket of sidewalk chalk. Without a word (not talking, remember), I set to work. And without a word of their own, the boys joined me within minutes.

Without talking.

Which means without arguing.

(Insert sigh of relief and wonder)

They did start talking after a bit, but it was "can I use the blue?" and "nice owl."

Half an hour later, we had this.

Our puppy enjoyed the idyllic scene from the cool garage floor.

Life is good.