Wandering in the Punnett Square
I can't whistle
I can't roll my tongue
I am left handed
Here I am, wanting to whistle along with a song and I can't. Chef Jr. whistles with ease, all. day. long. When pressed to do so, Gameboy does, too. Of course, Ed has no trouble with this.
I suspect it's because they can do something I can't: they all can roll their tongues. In fact, the torture me in the same way that Giggles and Dad once did, by sticking out those rolled tongues at me.
Everyone I know who can whistle who asks me why I can't gets asked a question "Can you roll your tongue?" I've yet to find a single person who can whistle who cannot do this. Check it out for yourself and see if you find fat tongued people like me who can emit more than one tone.
Probably the only thing in high school Biology that stuck with me was the unit on Genetics. I remember Mendel's laws and the Punnett square. Enough so that when I was pregnant with Gameboy, anyone who asked what I was having was told "A blue eyed tenor."
Genetics bore me out, as both Ed and I were blue eyed and we both sang tenor. I am the only one who can claim higher registers and he's the only one who can claim lower registers-but the common ground probably would be similar for our child.
As the daughter of a colorblind male, the odds were 50/50 that one of my sons would also be colorblind. Punnett was right-Chef has the same form of colorblindness that his Gramps did. Like his Gramps, he hides it very well. Then again, I lived nine years with my ex, who had the other common colorblindness, where it wasn't uncommon for him to ask for the pink towel that was really gray or the blue polo shirt that was really purple.
The one where Punnett is probably scratching his head is the area of hand dominance. I am left handed(ambidextrous, due to society, though), but Ed is right handed. Of the eight siblings, I am the only one who remained left handed beyond kindergarten.
That follows the law of averages, in that only ten percent of the population is lefties. However, we have two left handed sons. Ponder that one for a moment. Now, take my sister Giggles and her husband Joe. Both are right handed-but their two sons are also left handed. So we have four first cousins, all lefties. What are the odds?
It gets better. Our friends Joyce and Tim are both left handed. Three of the four adults are part of that 10 percent. It makes me wonder which hand is dominant in J&T's children? Are we all bucking Punnett again? Or did their children take that double recessive and become righties?
All I know is that once I wander through Punnett's Square, I want to tell Stephen Sondheim he's wrong, because I. can't. Whistle.