"Um, Josh, did you put bubbles in the toilet? Because there is, like, a volcano of bubbles coming out of the toilet," my wonderful red-headed wife says to me.
"Huh?" I mutter in confusion and saunter over to the bathroom.
I mean, sometimes, sure, I put some bubbles in the toilet to keep things interesting, but surely there can't be bubbles exploding out of the toilet.
Lo and behold, in our construction zone of a bathroom, there are more bubbles than I have ever seen seeping, oozing, really, out of the toilet.
My first thought is the bubbles will clean the caulk and drywall dust for me, but then I remember that two red-headed twin boys are taking a bubble bath upstairs.
"Booooooooooooooys!" I holler in my chest-coordinated baritone.
The water stops running, and they hobble down in their bubble suits and start cleaning up the art exhibit.
I should have taken a photo.
Anyway, the moral of the story is: Chest Voice is for Hollering.
One must strengthen and train the chest voice to be heard over a gushing bathtub full of bubbles. Or an Orchestra, for that matter!
The chest voice is for hollering! Use it or lose it, I say.
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P.S. This story reminds me of "Singing in the Bathtub," as sung by the fabulous Mandy Patinkin (we have another great tale about him, too!)