FYI, my posts will be about Bug until he stops having diarrhea and we escape this prison house.

At lunchtime:

“Mommy, whistle.”

(I obey.)

“Now, Mommy, whistle happy.”

(I attempt, with bright eyes and bobbing head.)

“Now whistle sad.”

(Somewhat harder, but still manage to frown and pout a bit.)

“Now whistle mad!”

(Loud whistling. Fierce eyes.)

“Now, Mommy, whistle like you just heard a noise.”

(Whistle, pause, look scared, whistle softer while casting darting glances around the room.)

“Mommy, you a good whistler.”