There Is A Change In The (Wood)Wind

(My father is a musician and practices his flute-playing all the time. It starts to get on my sister’s nerves.)

Sister: “Dad, you’ve been doing that all day! Can you do something else now?”

Father: “But it’s nice flute music!”

Sister: “No, it’s not. It’s always the same. It always goes like this.”

(She sings the same two notes over and over again.)

Father: “I don’t only play that!”

Sister: “No, you’re right. Sometimes it goes like this.”

(She sings the same two notes and then makes one long so the song ends.)

Sister: “Actually, you should play that one more often. Especially the ending, I like that.”

Father: “You mean when it goes quiet?”

Sister: “Exactly.”