Ever feel that because the majority of your conversations are with people who are below the age of five that you start to loose the ability to actually carry on a conversation with someone who is able to distinguish between a cheerio and a piece of crayon (choosing to NOT put either in their mouth)? I used to think it was just because my days, were in fact, spent predominately with a munchkin, that my language skills were fading, but even now, when I'm working and dealing with 'grown ups' on a daily basis, I still find my tongue and my brain at odds with one another.
Which, to say the very least, can be a tad bit embarassing.
I'm hoping, that a little further down the track, my brain will kick in again, and I shall once more be able to speak intelligently on a topic and not feel like I just lost about 20 IQ points.
One can hope.