Molly: (walks into the living room with an empty water glass having just woken up with sudden onset laryngitis, squeak-whispering) Mama, I want some water, please. No juice. I want some juice, please.
Me: Amália Sofia! Did you swallow a frog yesterday?
Molly: (eyes wide, takes a heartbeat to decide, low energy whisper screams) Yes.
Me: You did, indeed! How did that frog get in there?
Molly: (thinking rather loudly)
Me: (fetching her some water)
Molly: (whispers) It was the wind.
Me: It was?
Molly: (nodding, whispering) At school. It was the wind.
Me: And I bet you were laughing.
Molly: (excited whispers) I was laughing and laughing and then a frog went in my throat.
Me: That happens sometimes and now there is no room for your voice!
Molly: (whispers) Yes, there is only a frog, no voice, but he is nice. I can share.
Me: That is kind of you, Amália.
Molly: (nodding into her water glass)
Epilogue: After two days residence Molly woke up this morning and declared with the power of her full voice that her frog hopped out and moved away. Bye, Frog!