We’re riding in the truck and looking at the sleeping Bean. I pipe up with…
I wonder what she’s going to sound like.
What do you mean?
Her voice. I wonder what kind of voice she’ll have. I hope it’s not annoying.
Oh, no. She’ll sound musical. Not all whiny and shit. God, no. Not whiny.
Hell, no! I’d have to give her a tracheotomy and a voice box buzzer thingy. I need to go to medical school!
At this point I put my hand up to my throat and robotically said, “Hello, daddy!”. Sweety spit his soda out and said that I won at being disturbing for the day.