So. My youngest has this thing she can do with her fingers:

Which, okay. I figured that it is some random genetic trait that we don't share, like my seven-year-old's ability to touch her tongue to the tip of her nose.

Then, we go out to breakfast, and I discover that ALL of my children can do the same thing with their fingers:

I looked at my husband accusingly. He held up his hands, both doing the sign that I cannot throw to save my stubby fingered life. Great. GREAT.

My youngest took one look at my stubbornly non-bending fingers and tsk-tsked at me. "You just need 'em wet," she said, and seized my hand and gave my fingers a good lick before I caught on to her plan.

I wiped my fingers on my crumpled napkin and watched as the rest of my family displayed their bendy fingers. They made them into eyeglasses and pretended to blow bubbles through the openings.

This is wrong. WRONG. See, I have always wanted to be like the Bob-Whites of the Glen, who had a secret whistle. I can't whistle at any kind of volume, so maybe a secret hand sign would be awesome. Here was the super-awesome family finger sign, the secret handshake that they all could do and I couldn't.

Stupid non-bendy fingers.