A couple weeks ago, Nick went to Cumberland, Maryland.
Apparently it's a very charming old town with a train station. He brought back a bright yellow plastic train car for Jordan and a wooden whistle that sounds like the toot of a train.
Jordan doesn't understand the train thing yet, but he really likes it. He calls it a car. And he loooves cars. So it went over very well.
The whistle? Much more confusing. No wheels. What to DO with this wooden box sort of thing with holes?
So this weekend, Nick decided to teach him how to make it work. He figured Jordan already knows how to blow air, since he loves to blow on his food when it's hot.
Nick blew the whistle a couple times. Then he handed it to Jordan, who just looked at it, and looked back at Nick.
Nick said, "Blow in it!" He pursed his lips and blew air through them in an exaggerated fashion, just like we do at meals.
Jordan held the whistle very cautiously up in front of his lips and said, "Hot!"