Yup. I was blessed with one of those screecher children. You know the kind. He screeches when he's happy. He screeches when he's tired. He screeches just to hear his voice. Having a house with tile throughout just amplifies the screeches. Sometimes I just want to screech back. If you can't beat him, join him. Right?
Now besides the occasional headache and the looks from random people in public I didn't find this to be a big deal until the other night when I was getting ready for bed. I kept asking the hubs, "Did you hear that?" "Okay. What about that?". I swear I heard the screecher. Apparently I'm loosing it. My body is surrounded by quiet for a few moments in time and it instantly starts fabricating screeching noises. Someone please save my sanity!
The Mom with the Screecher