Narrated by the Voice in My Head:
So listen up!
The loose lipped narrator in my head is a lifelong companion. When we were nine months old, she was responsible for the confusion when I pointed up to the bulb and said, “light” which stunned my parents who weren’t privy to our daily speech lessons.
After years of yammering at me, my inner voice has a new calling. Now, she spreads her love of grammar and syntax.