Does my granddaughter really believe that Gracie has a voice or is she just humoring my poor attempts at ventriloquism?
Gracie (in deep dog-like voice): Marissa, I love you.
Rissie: I love you too Gracie.
Gracie: Those pancakes sure do smell good.
Rissie (stuffing a silver-dollar pancake into her mouth): Do you want one?
Gracie: Yea! Yea!! Pleaaaaassseee….
Rissie: Here you go Gracie…. (puts pancake to Gracie’s mouth).
Five minutes later Rissie is walking down the hall towards her room when Gracie’s voice deep and clear causes her to stop in her tracks.
Gracie: Rissie, do you have any more of those pancakes? I’m still hungry.
Rissie: Oh, yea Gracie.
(Rissie rushes over to her small table and takes a pancake and gives it to Gracie).
Gracie: Thank you.