Phoebe walked up to me this morning and said:
Mama, my froat is broken.
You're throat is broken?
Yup. Listen... *she tried to cough to clear the gravelly sound from her voice but couldn't quite manage it*
Hmm, you must be sick.
Yeah, my voice is a cow.
You're voice is a cow?
Uh huh. Hear it? *she picked a note that has never been written on any musical score, ever, and proceeds to 'show' me how her voice is a cow by holding that singular sound for several seconds*
I see. I'm not entirely sure I understand how it is that your voice is a cow.
'Cause it is. *the answer that our idiosyncratic child defers to whenever her logic is questioned*
Phoebe walked away from our conversation leaving me a bit befuddled although greatly entertained. It wasn't until several moments later that I realized she was trying to say that her voice was hoarse.