I am the youngest of four children. My father was fond of saying that when each of us were babies, he wondered what our voices would sound like when we learned to talk, and what sort of things we might say.
"It was the same thing with you," he would say. "I wondered about you, and then one day you started talking. And talking. And no matter what we did, we couldn't get you to shut up."
My nickname was Little Miss Chatterbox until my mid-twenties.
All of the Little Miss and Mister books take me back to the cheerful, closet-sized Children's Room of the Page Public Library but this one is forever my favorite. While I feel like some of the characters LMC talked to didn't appreciate how many interesting things she had to say and how lucky they were that she really wanted to talk to them (I might be projecting a bit), I love that she found an outlet for her enthusiasm. I like to think that she went on to have a long and successful career and won employee of the year forever, and that no one ever suggested she take Ritalin (I am definitely projecting).