Tweety

I have two reasons to believe my son was a bird in another life.

1. He whistles all the time. Now, I am very proud of the fact that he can whistle. Last summer he practiced whistling every day until he got it right. He does a spot on imitation of R2-D2. He will whistle you a tune at the drop of a hat. He's very good and I am proud of his accomplishment. However, he feels the need to begin whistling at like 6AM. Just like a bird. (Actually the birds begin earlier, but I'm not going to tell him that for fear that he will start at 5AM.)
2. Have you ever seen birds in a puddle after a rainstorm after a hot, dry stretch of weather in the summertime? They're in there splashing and frolicking and having a grand old time, happy to finally have some water. I'm reminded of this every morning when I go into the bathroom after my son is finished brushing his teeth and washing his face and hands. Water splashed everywhere. The mirror is dripping. Water all over the place. I mean, come on, what is he doing in there?

I think I'm going to check for feathers tonight after his bath just in case.