Daddy played a little for us, and, amazingly, he could remember several songs and didn't sound half bad....for someone who hadn't played in 15 years. Really.
Then Colin took his turn.
And he was GREAT! He could get those little lips to buzz and he got a lot of sound of that trumpet for a little guy! And he loved it!
He can speak a mean elephant dialect.
(We did give G a chance to try but she couldn't quite get it and was frustrated and walked away. Eventually she did get a SQUAWK out of it!)