I'm sure I've mentioned before that Rory is a talker. She talks, talks, and then talks some more. It doesn't even have to be a conversation (although she's pretty fond of those too). As long as she has a listening ear, she rambles from story to story and doesn't stop until you stop her. Believe me, I've tried before to let it go on until she did the stopping. Doesn't happen.
So this morning we spent about 30 minutes folding laundry (she's in charge of washcloths and small towels), and she talked the entire time. I finally decided to grab the camera.
See what I mean? She's a talker.