Thing Two has just started learning to play the trumpet. Oh, the enthusiastic bleats and moans and dying-cow noises; the dog runs for cover every time he picks it up and the rest of us are wishing that we could. I understand yet again why my mother made me learn to play all new instruments in my bedroom with the door shut when I was a kid. Karma is a bitch and what went around is definitely coming around...now it's my turn to be the parent who has to suffer through the initial stages with a new instrument. I'm sure that both of my parents will find this highly amusing after everything I put them through!