It should come as no surprise to anyone that I am an Uber fan of all things Pixar and/or Disney. Many also know that providing voices for beloved characters (or even inanimate objects) is a skill achieved by diligent practice. How else do you read all the right voices to ‘The 3 Bears’? How else can you hold a child’s rapt attention to ‘The Monster at the End of This Book’ unless you can convincingly mimic Grover?
It is news, however, that I have recently acquired a really schnazzy prescription for my dry eyes. Even the directions are complicated.
Quite recently these elements were strewn about my kitchen table. My husband was also in the vicinity. He is an engineer in more than one persuasion i.e. electrical, mechanical, automotive, etc. His mind is filled with formulas and schematics and he is wound tighter than a Tesla coil. He considers an Einstein biography ‘light reading’. So as he passed me by I used my best ‘Alien’ voice and chirped, “Oooo… eye drops!”
He laughed. And stopped thinking about schematics long enough to say “That was funny.” Later he asked me why I hadn’t taken a picture of this scenario yet. Later still he asked if I had submitted it.
Because I love him, I wanted to make him laugh and lighten his complicated day. Because he loves me, he laughed. Like Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head we appear to be made for each other.