The gift of the Irish gab — chocolate stout cupcakes

 

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As of last night when I first settled down to write this post, my son had not stopped talking for approximately 12 hours.

This is not a joke, folks. With the exception of sleeping and the time it takes for him to chew his food and drink a beverage, silence in our house is unheard of. This kid has something to say about everything in his path. And fear not. If you don’t answer him, he doesn’t mind. He’s perfectly happy answering his own questions; a quick upwards thrust of his pointer finger, a raised eyebrow-induced “ah, yes” response, and on he goes to the next tangible thought waiting patiently inside that cute little head of his. Continue reading