The Music of the Younger Generation

Tonight after dinner at my folks' house, the boys were tinkering on the piano. It didn't take long for the tinkering to turn into all out banging.

"Aiden," I yelled over the noise, "stop banging on the piano. It's not good for it."

Half of the four hands quit banging as Aiden replied, "We not banging! We just playing really loud!"