Brooke's voice is unique. It's sweetly gravely and deep, as if the treble has been turned down and the bass has been turned up, which is rare for a three-year-old girl. Once they hear her talk, strangers occasionally ask if she has a cold. Nope. This is normal.
I think it's delightful, especially when she sidles up beside me and says, "I love you, Mommy."
Recently, my father-in-law asked her, "Where did you get a voice like that, Brooke?"
Her response was simple. "Wal-Mart."
Well, it does sell everything.