Big Voice and the Music Crack

At a baby shower for our neighbors, Chris and Wayne Sharp, our across-the-street neighbor, Kathy Homolak told us about Mary Claire yelling at cars to slow down. Mary Claire was out on the front deck, with hands on hip, yelling "SLOW DOWN!" at a car speeding by. Kathy Homolak was amazed at the big voice coming out of that little person.

(Kathy and I routinely yell at people driving by too fast.)

Earlier today, I was tucking away all the wires behind the stereo and TV inside the entertainment center Kathy finished. I had the stereo on, and Kelly wanted me to shut the lower doors to see if we could still hear the music.

I shut the doors and she said, "You can still hear it!"

"Kelly," I said with an instructional tone, "Where is the sound coming from."

"The crack!" she said, pointing to the narrow crack between the two doors.

I opened the doors, had her sit in front of the receiver, close her eyes, and point to the sound as I slid the left-right balance. Sure enough, she pointed back and forth to the two speakers in the corners of the room.

I let her open her eyes and asked her again, "Where does the sound come from?"

She giggled as she realized her mistake, and pointed to the two speakers.

What a goof.