Out of the mouths of babes...

Ben's decided he wants to take up bassoon in band, a switch his band teacher describes as 180 degrees different from trumpet. There are a zillion different valves (or whatever they're called on a bassoon) to manipulate, and he has to learn bass clef after playing treble for 2+ years. Peter and the Wolf seems to have something to do with this - Steve downloaded it last summer and Ben's spent months listening to it before he goes to bed. So this morning I wrote a check for his first bassoon reed. Let the fun begin.
"I know it's totally different (from the trumpet)," he said as I handed him the check. "But the bassoon sounds awesome. It sounds like a fart."