Scorch taught himself how to whistle over the past month. It started out harmless enough- he’d sit in his car seat and simply blow air out of his puckered lips. I, being the idiot I am, encouraged him and occasionally he’d actually blow hard enough to produce what sounded like a whistle. We’d all cheer for him and that would be that.
Until he somehow moved from just blowing air silently to whistling all. the. time.
He can’t carry a tune, he can’t whistle a song, so it’s just mindless, tuneless whistling all the time. He whistles in bed before falling asleep, he whistles while he colors, he whistles while watching TV, he whistles while in the bathroom, he whistles in the car. Scorch never, ever stops whistling. He’s so proud of himself, so very thrilled he’s learned this “big person” skill so I would never say anything to him to dim his enthusiasm.
What I will do though is buy ear plugs.
And that’s what makes you the kind of mother that appeals to me…that you would suffer in silence. My daughter has developed the same…ummm…talent. Random whistling.
Isn’t it grand?