As I was shopping today, there was three-year-old who’d lost her mother in the store and starting to panic, she looked like she was about to cry.
So I went over and told her not to worry, her mommy couldn’t be too far away.
With utter guilelessness, she replied, “Why do you talk like a man?”
I’ve definitely made big improvements in my voice during the last three months, and realistically I know there’s much more work to do. But ouch.
I told her my voice was just kind of like that.
On the plus side, after pondering that for a minute, she apparently was side-tracked enough that she forget that she was panicking, and proceeded to skip down the aisle (presumably toward where she’d last seen her mother).