Fast forward one week. We're picking up bananas. I take produce very seriously and was focused on filling that important grocery list. As I crossed from the tomatoes to the bananas I hear a gentlemen laughing with his daughter. "Dad, it's that boy whistling the Star Wars theme." Yup. Bardo's moseying along, whistling his favorite tunes. Bardo switches to The Medallion Call, and then the Final Fantasy music. He's got quite a whistling repertoire. His whistle has excellent tone as well. Some kids are piano prodigies, some engineering master minds, and then some natural athletes. Bardo is a whistler extraordinaire. This trip I didn't tell him to stop. I think I'm ok with whistling in the grocery store, as long as he keeps his wolf whistles in the family.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Whistling in the Grocery Store
During one of my summer, kid-escorted trips to the grocery store, I was power walking through the bakery to the checkout line when I heard a wolf whistle. I looked around. Where is the jerk that dares to wolf whistle at a woman with three children? There wasn't anyone around me worthy of such a whistle and I discovered there wasn't really anyone around to perform such a whistle. So I pushed it out my mind and powered on. And then I heard it again, coming from right next to me. Behold! It was my six year old son trying out the whistle I taught him in jest when he was running around the house in his underwear. "Uh, Bardo. We don't really whistle like that in public. I'll explain it to you later." Much later, but certainly before you go to middle school.