Classic Bergen

The other morning, my son Bergen came in to greet me.  He cuddled with me and hugged my neck with gusto.  I began to talk to him and ask him if he had a good night’s sleep.  He looked up at my neck and said, “Daddy, why is your talking bone moving?”

Silly Berg, when will he learn that it is called a Throat Whistle?

Berg Head

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