Yesterday, out of the blue, AJ asked me if I knew how to whistle. He's asked me this question many times before, and I've always told him that no, I've never figured out how to do it.AJ must think it's simply a horrible thing to go through life without this skill. And so, my 5-year-old, who is well aware of his own lack of whistling talents, did his best to console me.
"Don't worry Mom," he said. "You have to be Dad's age to know how to whistle. Or maybe five and a half."
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