Apparently our neighbors, the Rastafarian's, have been given a very bad trumpet for Christmas. Perhaps it's a trombone... Or perhaps it's their new bong - I honestly have no idea.
Suffice it to say, there have been many "honking" and "hooting" noises to go along with their bongo drums.
Tonight, after her bath, Muffin said "Mama, it sounds like there is a sick cow next door!"
To which I replied: "Yes, baby. It does sound like a sick cow is living next door."
Honestly, what better way to describe a poor brass player than to label them as a sick cow?
Just now, Muffin said "I still don't know why they are making that cow noise." To which I can only respond: "Honey, maybe they just don't know any different."
Peace be with you all - it's certainly not with us.