Trey's Black Tube

The boy asked to play the saxaphone for his first

year of the school band.

"It's cool," he said.

Unfortunately, fifth graders must start with the clarinet,

or according to Trey, the squeeky black tube.

It's been a year filled with little to no practice,

and tears when it's time for the consequences

 that come along with little or no practice.

Yes, it's been quite a year with that dang clarinet.

So how lucky do we feel to be 

invited to little man's concert tonight. 

As Trey got fancy in his shirt and tie he told me not to expect

much. "We all sound pretty bad Mom, even though we've been

playing for a year. It's  really squeeky.

And so we went, Frankie and I with our cameras in hand

and cotton balls, just in case.

(Please tell me I'm not going straight to hell...)

It was indeed squeeky but I've never heard sweeter

music - I think I'm required to say that since I'm the mom.

However, I'm being kind.

Trey was right all year long -

it's painful that clarinet.

But have no fear -

We're on to bigger and better things next year being that

we've made it to sixth grade.

Yes, indeedy the sax awaits...

Thank God for small victories.