So, John Paul, Rebekah, and I are all standing around the kitchen. JP picks up the whistle attached to Laura’s keys.
JP: I want to try this.
He blows into the whistle. It’s pretty pathetic.
Me: That’s not very loud.
JP: I think it needs more air.
He blows harder and a loud whistle comes out.
Me: That’s Laura’s ‘Save Me!’ whistle.
JP: Really? I’ve never heard of one of those.
Me: It’s for when you can’t scream loud enough and you’re running down a dark alley being chased by something. You blow your ‘Save Me!’ whistle and someone comes and saves you.
JP: (nodding) Oh.
Me: Like Superman, or Spiderman, or… Batman. Maybe The Flash.
JP: Mr. Potatohead.
Me: (laughing) Yeah.
JP: Obama...
