My son’s chaos filled head was in full creation mode and I stood by to assist with a hammer, a box cutter and duct tape. The instrument would serve as a table centerpiece and the dinner conversation would ponder whether there really is any difference between pitch and frequency. I still couldn’t tell but perhaps this instrument holds the truth. Once again, fifth grade has brought us together. This creation may beckon the Lorax, but consider it today’s ordinary miracle.
