Our budding musician who remembers every song he hears and makes music by ear was given a mini-trumpet by his grandfather. It was love at first sight. We have to keep it in the case on a very high shelf, to be used only when the littlest ones are occupied, as it otherwise gets dropped and dinged. The requests to "get the trumpet down" are daily, even hourly. And when it comes out, we can't hear ourselves think. But our music man is in heaven.