My granddaughter has a new obsession. It started at the UNB hockey games where she has a horn to blow to make lots of noise - cheer on the home team and mess with the anti-team. She's learned to get quite the sounds out of it. And it's one of those collapsible ones so she's even learned to use that to her advantage on the noise meter. She's also getting quite a kick out of it.
Last game was a real barn-burner against the University of Maine Black Bears. (We won in a shoot-out.) She's got that red squawker horn going full tilt when she turns to her mother and me and says, "I love this... can I learn to play the tuba?"
Her mother's face goes white, and she quickly responds, "NO!"
"Why not?" askes my budding oomph-pah-pah protege, who is destined for the piano.
"Because... nobody teaches tuba lessons in Fredericton!" is her mother's panicked reply.
Oh, I confess, I am soooo tempted.... ;-)
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