Today, after the Little One came home from preschool, we had a little exchange about the state of my vocal chords:
Little One: Talk normal, Mama.
Mama: (In a barely audible whisper, emphasising with hand gestures) I can't, love.
Little One: But you have to try. I don't think you're trying.
Mama: I am trying, sweet one. But I lost my voice.
A look of concern mixed with fear clouds her face. A look like: "Lost" her voice? I didn't know this was possible.
Little One: But where'd it go? Did you lose it? (Looks at Mama's pockets.)
Little One: Oh no. What happened? Did you swallow it?
Adventures in deductive reasoning, sponsored by my three-year-old.