Well, that was something I hadn’t planned on for my holidays.
Giving the trumpet a bath.
No. That’s not a euphonium, or a euphemism.
Let’s just take a step back first.
If you are new to the blog, you may not know my parenting style or life purpose. In summation, I am sharing all the life skills for my spawnlings to take over the world.
I’m talking about achieving personal goals. And understanding people. Often combining the two.
So when Sinister told me he wanted to clean his trumpet, I considered this part of ‘achieving personal goals’. School goes back this week and I admire his desire to be organised for it.
But giving a trumpet a bath? I’m talking genuinely putting the plug in the bath, running luke-warm water, disassembling the trumpet (THAT was his job), and then submersing the instrument.
I had the distinct feeling of being played. And not with a sweet melody.
Despite all my intention to conquer the world, and train the spawnlings to inherit it (when I’m ready), I’m also lazy.
So, if I have been convinced to join in the ‘bathing of the trumpet’… You have to admire his understanding of people.
I just hope he understands next time his trumpet needs a bath, I’m taking it to a professional with HIS pocket money.
Now, does anyone know how to clean a glockenspiel?