In this house, we drink wine with dinner. And lately, more often than not, post-dinner conversation is spiced up a bit with the sweet/slightly awkward sounds of the glass harp. Mostly it's me. Sometimes the madre joins in. Most of the time, Dad tries, ultimately gives up and looks a wee bit disgruntled.
One of these days, he's gonna get it. But in the meantime, we'll try to stifle our giggles.