these things just happen

"Stop talking to me, I’m reading!"" the middle child exclaimed in annoyance at the chattering youngest child.
The youngest child looked at the middle child in wide eyed bewilderment,
"I wasn’t talking to you."
And at the middle child’s raised eyebrows, and quick glance around a very empty booth that the youngest child was supposedly watching, the youngest child continued with an air of offended disgust,
"I was talking to myself, how dare you listen in on my private conversation!"




And the silly sister’s laughed heartily.