I was filling out a form today and asked Gideon if he knew when his birthday was, and he proudly told me he did and it was in just a few months and he would be turning five years old. But then he stared into space for a few moments and frowned. “What’s wrong, little guy?” I asked. He shook his head and mumbled sadly, “But me don’t want to turn five. Because then my voice will change. I don’t want my voice to change.” I explained later that this is not actually how things work. That you don’t wake up on the morning of your birthday and realize that you suddenly sound like The Swedish Chef or something. But then I hesitated because…