We live in a world of Bells and Whistles.
We are not so much musical but noisical!
Our garden is hung with all sorts of tinkling bells.
All our children have a collection of whistles.
And Hood #1 has been playing a piece of irrigation pipe with a mouth piece on it since he was two.
He also plays the trumpet.
And he was just recently thrilled to receive a vuvuzela, the neighbors were less enthusiastic.
We are not quite the Von Trapps of the Sound of Music, though we do have se7en children.
One toot of this and they all come running – they know it means we will be doing a craft, or a game – something fun… not just run of the mill life. I try to remember to toot it at least once everyday – just to do something nice and enjoy them – not school stuff or drudgery.
But the winner for response time is the dinner bell.
Even the slightest tinkle of this in the breeze and there is a scampering of se7en… like you cannot believe… Clearly a snack or a meal is on the table and you need to get their fast. It is really quite amazing how acute their hearing is – not to mention I couldn’t stand the thought of shouting se7en names around the neighbourhood a couple of times a day.
And when Hood #7 plays a trick on them…
No-one is impressed!!!