Corey says the story is that this cornet (handed down to him by his Grandpa Stringer) is from the 1800s. Whether true or not, the horn still worked well enough to give Charlotte and Peter another lesson in musical instruments. [Note to self: Get a woodwind out next time, because if both kids go brass I will never forgive myself.] Petey actually got a little noise out of it, and Charlotte got a decent blip of a note before she ran off with the lyre (pretending it was a magic musical wand, of course).
Somehow, the kids figured out that their little heads made fabulous mutes. Peter giggled like a maniac whenever Corey played a note.
After a near-double-tantrum brawl over the lyre, I dug out Corey's old conductor's baton and gave it to Peter to use. Predictably, Charlotte then threw a fit because SHE wanted it. Bath and bedtime soon followed, and all controversial implements were safely stowed away for another time when everyone has a little more patience.