It's usually the wobbly, fractious time between bath and dinner that Soren will announce, Let's make music! which can mean any number of things, from putting on his CD of choice and dancing like lunatics around the lounge room, to assembling a drum kit and having an impromptu jam session with his brother.
Reuben perches precariously up on the couch for his palm-branch guitar and drum solo.
Trombone. Or manual breast-pump, depending on your point of view.
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