I cringe silently as the noise resumes. Plink, plink, plinkity, plink. Plink, plink, plink.
I'm almost breathing a sigh of relief when TWANG! and I cringe yet again
This is the life of a mother, encouraging her child to learn to play a new musical instrument.
Day by day, it gets a little better. The TWANGS are getting fewer, but no less jarring when ever they occur.
I really must love these little people, because there is no way I would sit through all this otherwise.