More Fun with the LPs; or, A Pain in the Ear is Worth Two in the Neck

Yesterday I was listening to a great old pipe band record from the late sixties (it was The Choice of Champions, by the City of Glasgow Police Pipe Band), and Ruby, who likes pipe music, came up to me with a question on her face.

She pointed at the record player and said, "Daddy, is that . . . is that you playing . . . um, is that your, your, um . . . " She was obviously having a little trouble remembering the word bagpipe.

She screwed up her face in concentration and tried again. She looked like she probably had it this time. She said, "Daddy, is that you playing your . . . your vampire?"

At least she got the vowel sounds right. . . .