The CFO has been unable to speak since Friday. She can whisper, but even that is hard for her. She had a sore throat all last week, and at the weekend it turned into this. At first I thought it might be in her head, so I tried a few remedies. Turned out she was also whisper-only if she talked in gibberish, or sang. Or spoke French. I tried to scare the muteness out of her, sorta like curing hiccups. Quite enjoyable (for me), but equally innefective. No cure is on the the horizon; this thing may have to fix itself.
The other day me and the boy were sitting at the table, drinking chocolate milk. The CFO was standing in the kitchen doing dishes, barefoot, and unable to speak. She also happens to be pregnant, in case you’ve been in a cave for the last three months. It was quite a scene. Barefoot, pregnant, in the kitchen, and unable to speak. It’s not as great as it sounds. For instance, she can’t yell at the boy when he starts to do so something stupid. Then she gets mad at me for not yelling at him to stop whatever it is he is doing. On occasion she has a point, but often she is just being silly. Trust me, Jr. will only stick a fork in the outlet once, or you can yell at him for trying forever. Isn’t it better that he learns by observing the consequences of his actions instead of just being told what to do? Daddy is looking out for you son.
