Harmonica.
I went to Los Angeles for a few days, and came back with a coffee mug for Daddy and a harmonica for you. You picked it right up. Didn’t like when Daddy played it though. “Too noisy.” You said you wanted to go to Granbunny and Grampa’s house to play ‘monica while Grampa played his ‘tar. Aka, jam session.
Black and Sun 