This past long weekend, William wanted to wake up early every day. I say wanted, but what I mean is that he did. So, we decided to take him to the mall playground, to run him around, and get him tired out. While we were there, I thought I’d drop by WorkWorld to pick up a lifetime warranty card for my boots - the soles of which are starting to show their age.

As we were walking towards WorkWorld, I had William on my shoulders, and he started to whistle.

Not just a little bit either, and not just quietly. He was whistling as loud as I ever have, with a pretty good sound to it. Erin thinks he picked it up from her uncle Jim, and I’m inclined to agree, since neither Erin nor I are very good whistlers. It was pretty shocking anyway.

When we finally got to WorkWorld, it had already left. I guess I’ll have to get my lifetime warranty card from somewhere else, so I can send my boots in.

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