Avery has found the octave key on her voice box.



I blame the Enchanted Tiki Room. If it weren't for all those birds singing words and the flowers blooming, it might have never come to pass that my daughter recognized in herself the capacity for screaming. But no -- we take her in among the blinking lights and the bright colors, she becomes so excited that she squeals with glee, and then she proceeds to test out that sound until Mom and Dad develop tinnitus.

Oh, well. It was going to come to pass sooner or later. She did, after all, descend from a man who once yelled so loud at a basketball game that the mascot heard him in the locker room.

(Like the video, by the way? I finally figured out this camera capture device we bought months ago, so more should be forthcoming.)