Ok, so I'm a stupid mom. My 3yr old daughter, Miss Priss, wanted a whistle. Well, at the time I didn't think that was going to be a problem. Well, here I sit with Miss Priss in her room supposed to be sleeping just blowing away on her whistle. I know, I know, real slick move there on my part. She's been blowing on the whistle and yelling "CHARGE"! Do you remember that movie Arsenic and Old Lace and how the brother or cousin (can't remember) thought he was Teddy Roosevelt and would always yell "charge" and then run up the stairs to his room. Yeah, that's Miss Priss.
In my next life, I want to be a rock.