Earlier this week I started my manic de-clutter mission and emptied three rubbermaid storage boxes in the basement, tossing things ruthlessly. One of the items that surfaced from said storage bin was a tin whistle. Put there, I am sure, the day it was gifted to one of my children. (for good reason!)
One of my children, I am not sure which (Ephraim) was hovering for shiny trinkets as they moved from bin to garbage bag. He spirited away with the tin whistle and it became a LOUD obnoxious plaything for all to enjoy.
After a couple days enduring the shrill squeal, banishing it to only be played in the yard, I "brain-waved"... and googled tin whistle lessons... and now I am followed by my own little pied piper (Jack) who can play mary had a little lamb thanks to Father Ryan on youtube.
In a few years maybe he can join Patty Jean and her bodhran, humming irish jigs for all of us to enjoy.