I sound like a turkey. According to a preschooler, I don’t sound like a man, I sound like a turkey. A preschoolers words, not mine. Because I don't have any. No voice=no words.
I was sick last week. Working in a daycare, I have a bi-weekly rotation of sicknesses. I’m better, but now my voice is gone.
Wanna know what I made for dinner tonight? Garlic basil shrimp, with a asian salad. We had this last night and it was so good. And when I say so good I mean it was as if Thailand had a fourth of July, in my mouth.
Wanna know something cute? A two year old singing “I love to see the Temple.”
I melted, right there and then. This was the same one who blessed his lunch, and timed his prayer to end right as I handed him his plate. Adorbs.