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The baby girl was in her high chair, having just eaten, while the wife went to the store to get some more baby food. She’s getting to the stage where she’s starting to explore some different word sounds she can make with her mouth instead of the same “Da Da Da” all the time (the baby, not the wife).
So, I’m a few feet away in the kitchen, putting the leftovers away when I very clearly hear, in a very sultry voice, “Desire.” It really freaked me out like in a is-there-a-ghost-here way. I swear, it was as clear as could be – like some scantily clad supermodel lounging around in one of those bra commercials: “Desirrrrrre.”