This weekend Jay, myself Elle and Liam went to Jay’s parents house for some grilled up hamburgers and other goodies. We were joined by Uncie Eric, ME and Uncle Mark.
Our little Elle talked the whole day, even before this point, and has really taken to the art of story telling. Really entertaining stuff!
Well at dinner the conversation went the way of Grandpa showing off the skill of whistling through his hands. (You know, the cup your hands together, seal if with your thumbs and blow, all the while fluttering the outside fingers to change the tone. Yeah, I cannot do it either.)
As Grandpa struggled to make the tone, Elle said, rather honestly,
“Oh My Daddy can do that,” almost shrugging off his show of talent.
She turned to Jay waiting for him to do it, all the while our whole table giggling.
Jay played the tune, and Elle smiled, letting Grandpa know Daddy did it best. Grandpa tried again, Elle turned to Daddy and said "do it again!"
Finally we all let her know that Grandpa had taught Daddy to whistle like that and one day her Daddy would teach her.
Jay confirmed this stating “Of Course I will teach you... when the time is right”… as if to imply it was a special art he would pass down only when she was ready.
Then our sweet Elle asked “You will teach me,
When I have a mustache?”
The next 5 minutes were spent with us all wiping the tears away as we gasped for air through the laughter and cursing it wasn’t caught on tape.
Daddy calmly explained to Elle why she wouldnt have a mustache, hopefully. :)
We took the easy way out and had her a little party at daycare.
