When you're nearly 3, there are many things you want to try. And though you may watch Mommy blow across the mouthpiece, heck if you can figure out quite how she does it. Somehow, the whole "blow across a bottle" analogy doesn't work, either.
"Hmm, I think this is how she was holding it. Let's see ..."
"Maybe if I flip it around this way, Alpine style."
"Here, Pink Duckie, let me show you."
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Is that a pink flamingo I spy in the final picture? Is grandma expanding the cult?
I don't think I'm going to blog any more, so feel free to take me down.
-The Sister
Pink Duckie is indeed a flamingo -- one I gave Dad his last father's day. She won't go to sleep without it -- and a stuffed pumpkin, weird kid.
That "alphorn" picture is great.
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