Just because I love ya (yep, channeling p-dub), I’ll share some hee-hawing at the dinner table.
I have a strict rule of no potty talk at the table.
Hank broke it.
We laughed so hard I think we all snorted in unison.
It started with a simple how-to-whistle question over green beans and ketchup.
Which got the giggle box going in this one.
Really hard. And then a try or two with the two-finger technique.
A real dedicated try here. He really wants to get this to work.
I don’t even know what to say about him.
So another little tip or seven on different techniques, here.
And more diligence.
Oh it’s hard when it doesn’t work out just yet.
Then a violent shift of events. HE brought out the arm tooting!!! WHAT?
Well. someone is transfixed.
Oh dear. Oh really big Oh dear.
It pretty much went downhill from there. So we threw them in the tub.
Someone needed a good face scrubbing from the ketchup portion of his evening.
And someone else kinda sorta figured out the armpit trick.