Only One

This afternoon I was sitting at the table writing. CJ pulled a chair up next to me. By next to me, I mean, if she could have lifted the chair on my lap, she would have put it there. Her head is between my face and my paper. She's telling me that I'm writing the ABC's in the wrong order. I gave up and began writing the ABC's, she was getting more excited telling me what letter is next. When I wrote the letter she cheered me on and told me what a good writer I am. She was beginning to get a little loud, and remember, she's right in my face. So I tell her, "CJ, you need to use a quieter voice." To which she replied sweetly, "It's the only voice I have."