Noticing a Trio creation left lying in the living room, I pick it up and observe the handle and long muzzle. I come to an obvious conclusion.
"MUST little boys make everything into guns??" I sigh, exasperated, and turn to my husband and son who are sitting on the couch.
"Mommy, you found my pretend flute!"
Elliott rushes over to rescue his precious instrument.
Toodly kazoo noises follow.
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