This week finds me in yet another pit orchestra, this time at a high school whose music director I've played under two or three times before in recent years. As he and I chatted briefly last night, I asked how his kids were. He replied, "They're doing well - they're 14, 12, and 4 now."
"I didn't realize you had a 4-year-old too!" I exclaimed. "I've seen your older two daughters at shows before but didn't know you had a third."
"Well, yes," he replied with a smile, "and that's why I shouldn't drink red wine -- that's what happens."