My Kota is a talker. She chats and chats all day about Everything. A few recent examples of her banter: Kota (upstairs in bed): Micah, come on, let's go downstairs. Tim and I (downstairs): "I think the twins are conspiring together..." So we sneak closer and take a peek in, only to find Dakota talking in her sleep. The next day she talked in her sleep again... Kota: "MOM! Buckle your seatbelt." And again another night: Kota: "Where's your phone? I want to play a game." It's super funny. She's even funnier when she's awake... Kota (coming downstairs looking pretty gloomy): Me: "Kota, what's wrong?" Kota: "Copper and Micah are stinkers... yeah they're killing me." Micah isn't near the chatterbox but cracks us up too. The other night I told her I would sit by her until she fell asleep. Summertime is hard... it's still light and they hear kids outside. It was thrown us Way off wit...