The Squawk

Sam spent a couple of pre-talking months screeching like a pterodactyl; Joey is taking a different course of action. I really shouldn't be surprised. Sam has a voice like Julie's, whereas Joey seems to have inherited mine.

This means, of course, that Sam will have trouble ordering in crowded restaurants, and Joey will get in trouble in virtually every class he's ever in.

But I digress.

Joey, in the last couple of days, has been practicing a new sound that can only be described as a squawk. Actually, I'm lying; it can also be described as "piercing", "impressively loud" and "please-stop-doing-that-I'll-buy-you-a-pony".

I hope he loses it soon. I'm not confident that he will, but what's life without a little hope?