Yupp, that's Michael blowing a whistle. Sounds like a bird in the background I tell you. But his grandmother bought him a whistle and after just a few days of teaching him to blow it, he nailed it! I remember I was walking to the kitchen one day and he was trailing behind me and he kept blowing the whistle. Imagine how shocked I was that he managed to get that one down easily and he was trying to get my attention all the way!
How cute. Well genius that he was, he lost that one and my mum was quick to buy him a new one. And till today, he still goes around blowing his whistle like a police man.
He's growing up, fast and I like it!
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