Silence is something I cherish.  I covet the sound of nothing, and try to absorb every instance of quiet.  That sense of peace tickles my ears, and sends chills through my organs as the vibratory stillness envelopes me.  Yet is something so rare, that I almost fear it.

The constant banter of my child, the endless chatter, the relentless observations, have become the soundtrack to my life.  My ears are so accustomed to noise that I can’t sleep without some ambient auditory stimulation.  Every night I have to turn on a box-fan so there is something to penetrate my ear cavity.  Yet ironically I then cover my head with a pillow because I still so desperately crave acoustic stillness.

So when The Munch is talking to herself while playing, I usually don’t pay attention to what she is saying because her self-entertainment is a relief.  I am like “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh… this is awesome…. no one is talking to me right now.” Yet the other morning while I was meditating I could hear The Munch gabbing away and pretending her paintbrushes were people having a conversation.  Okay fine… I know I should have been focusing on being all one with the universe and shit, but I found my focus drifting off to eavesdrop on what Munch was saying.

Munch: No.  I am not going to marry you.

(Toni Thinking While Meditating: Wow… that is so cool that even with all the Disney marriage indoctrination The Munch is making her own definitions of love and identity!)

Munch:  But I do what you to be my silversmith.

(Toni Thinking While Meditating: Ummm where did she learn the concept of a silversmith?)

Munch: I am going to marry a purple person.

(Toni Thinking While Meditating: Okay… well at least if she is going to fantasize about marriage, that is the ultimate PC statement).

Munch: But watch out for yellow people, because they are killers!

(Toni Thinking While Meditating: WTF??!!!)