Recess on the playground. I am eight years old.
Mike*: Hey, I learned to whistle this weekend! Listen!
He puckers his lips and blows a breathy but sustained note.
Mike: Cool, huh?
We all agree. It's cool.
Me: Check this out. I can whistle blowing in and out.
I demonstrate a thin whistle, alternating between drawing and blowing.
Tim: This is how I whistle for my dog! Whee-oo-wheet!
The rest of us exchange a look.We are baffled.
John: That's not whistling. That's just saying the words "whee-oo-wheet."
Tim looks hurt.
Tim: Yes it is! My dad says I'm a great whistler! Listen. Whee-oo-wheet! Whee-oo-wheet! Whee-oo...
He repeats the sound over and over, hoping that if he whee-oo-wheets enought times, what he believes to be true will actually become so. The rest of us exchange another look and make a silent pact.
Mike: Oh, right. Good job!
Me: That's really great.
John: Yeah. Let's go play hide and seek.
*names have been changed to protect the innocent