"Momma, momma, momma" shouts the boy, in repeated sets of three. The dog does the same, only in dog-language.
"Please, DS, I just need a little quiet to hear my own thoughts!"
One minute of silence.
"What do you hear?" he whispers. Then before I can answer, he offers excitedly:
"People chattering at a party. When I'm quiet, that's what I hear in my head."
These really are the days.
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