Clara was whistling in the backseat of the car the other day. An aimless tune that slithered through the car and tickled our noses with its shrill tongue.
“Oh,” I said for sake of conversation. “That’s a really nice song you are whistling, Clara.”
She stopped and smiled. “Thank you Daddy. Everyone says that my whistling sounds just like a bird.”
“Oh yes,” I confirmed. “It really does. Just like a bird.”
She smiled again.
“But you are actually better than a bird.” I told her. “Because you are like a bird that can whistle a pretty song and then when you are done, you can talk too. That’s pretty impressive isn’t it?”
She was thoughtful for a few moments and then said quietly to herself in a gentle voice of self realization, “Oh… so I’m a parrot…”
