Maybe a month ago, my mother showed Karston a whistle. She blew in the whistle, and then she blew on him. Then she gave it to him to try. Karston put the whistle to his mouth, and growled (he made noise instead of letting the whistle make noise). My mother laughed very hard, and startled him. Later that day, she put the whistle in his stack of toys. He got a disgusted look on his face, picked it up, held it at arm's length, and dropped it behind the couch. Guess he didn't like being laughed at!
Yesterday evening, we tried the whistle again at my mother's house. She blew in the whistle, and on him. I blew in the whistle, and on him. Then we gave it to Karston, and he blew in the whistle! He got so excited, he clapped! So the third time was the charm, when Karston learned how to use a whistle.
This morning, I noticed he was blowing on the square green block that he loves to gnaw. He definitely remembers how to work a whistle.
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