As it turns out, my talented husband can play three of the listed instrument choices: clarinet, saxophone and something else shiny. (He can also play the violin, but enough of my bragging.) (He's cute, too.) (I know - enough already!)
They went over the list and Shay decided to select those three instruments, so his dad could help him as necessary. These three had the added bonus, according to Bart, of being relatively quiet and easy to learn.
But then Shay came home from school with an instrument box, and inside was.... a trumpet! Not one the three originally chosen noisemakers. Turns out two of his pals wanted trumpets, so he changed his list around at the last minute.
What do I know about trumpets?
They are loud.
Really, really loud.
(and did I mention how insufferably LOUD they are?)
So now I spend a mercifully short part of every afternoon listening to him "practice."
But wait, there's more!
His friend Jack from Beijing just Skyped him. Jack is also in band. Jack has a clarinet.
I suppose I should be pleased that they are practicing together. But seriously, people, no one should have to endure listening to two band beginners serenade one other via Skype. My ears are bleeding. I've shut myself into the spare bedroom and am typing this on my cell phone while they practice.
It could be worse, I suppose. The two new pals could've chosen the tuba.
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