Little Fella's melodic cooing filled the air. Annie turned to me, a question in her eyes. "What's Little Fella doing?"
"He's just practicing his voice," I answered.
"He doesn't have a voice. He can't talk yet!"
"You're right, he doesn't say any words yet, but he still has a voice."
Annie thought this over, carefully. "Where does you voice come from, Mama?"
The immediate thought that popped into my head was a logical explanation, your voice comes from your throat, from your vocal cords. Meeting her expectant gaze, the real answer became clear. "Your voice comes from your heart."