When he isn't hiding, Boy 2 is currently either whistling like a little bird or clapping his hands. All the time. I yearn for silence. At first I ignored him. Then at about Day 3, a particularly sharp whistle/clap combo broke through my irritation barrier. No small feat, I might add. This was the conversation at our house yesterday:
Boy 1, "Wouldn't it be funny if when you hit (whistle) the panic button on Dad's truck, instead of beeping, a girl (clap, clap, clappety, clap) started screaming? You know, like she's panicking? (whistle, clap)"
Me: "Stop it, Boy 2, your brother is trying to talk, you are interrupting."
PHD: "Bahahaha, that would be (whistle) hilarious. (clap, whistle) I should see if I can get one custom made."
At this point Boy 2 looks me in the eye, smirks, and gives one more good clap. He prefers the clap to the whistle because he can't give me his little, "I know I am driving you crazy" grin while he whistles. Am I the only one that can hear this? I am pretty sure this is happening but no one but me notices. If I can still consider the possibility that I may be losing my mind, I am still sane, right? RIGHT? Meanwhile, Boy 1 and PHD are still discussing the custom design of the reality panic button.
I tried a few things to resolve the issue. I tried feeding him peanut butter and crackers. He got full. I got him to put on his iPod. He started clapping. I sent him swimming with PHD. I still think I can hear whistling. Could he be hiding somewhere in the house? He probably recorded himself somehow.
As we are just heading into a full week of no school, and my irritation barrier is already defunct, I fear I may soon be the real-life voice of the panic button, "Aaaaahhhhhhstopitstopitstopit!!!!"