A Solution

Miss Fia has a fuchsia recorder that she received from Santa - he must have had a momentary lapse in judgment. I can come up with no other reasonable explanation. Occasionally she is overcome with a powerful need to create 'music', and when this occurs, we do our best not to yell "Stop that racket right this instant, young lady!"


Yesterday she was exploring her musical artistry - quite loudly - when Wonderboy came downstairs looking like this:


I asked what was going on there. He replied, "She's playing her flute. So, well...you know." And I do know.