I was over at my friend Francine’s the other night for dinner. There was a nice little kid there, about 7 years old, whom my daughter and some other kids played “It” with and stuff. He was kinda’ hyper, and was driving everyone else nuts. I kinda’ liked him though. After supper, some were sitting in the living room talking, and a beautiful aria was playing in the background. A sudden sadness struck me, as I am classically trained to sing opera. I thought, “I can sing that.” For a few weeks though, I had had bronchitis, (thank you to Allegra, I am starting to feel better...thanks) and could barely talk, much less sing. I then thought, “Well, I could, but I’m sick and so I can’t sing it.” The kid, who was sliding off of the coffee table repeatedly against his mother’s wishes, suddenly stopped, turned to me, and said, "YOU used to be a singer, too, [there were several opera singers at the dinner party], but you’ve lost your VOICE!” I said, “No, I haven’t.” He danced around me and said in a sing-songy voice, “You-used-to-be-a-singer-too-but-you’ve-lost-your-voi-ce!” (Well, I had, temporarily.) Kids are frequently very clairvoyant.