Charlie has a new trick, and he is loving practicing it. It is a primal scream, war cry, and pterodactyl call all rolled into one. It hits a frequency that one can only imagine until one actually hears it.
He isn't mad. He doesn't need anything. He has just discovered that he loves the sound of his own voice. The louder the better.
He practiced his new trick throughout the whole of church yesterday, and during the wee hours of the morning today.
I used to think he was a perfect child. I now know that his perfection came not from a desire to be well behaved, but a lack of awareness about his true vocal potential.
He has discovered that potential, and is determined to not let it go to waste.
Heaven help us.
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