Ever since Frank entered band in 5th grade, I've had a problem saying "saxophone."
This is why...
Damn you, Simpsons.
We rented Frank's tenor sax so long that we eventually paid for it.
Ernest chose alto sax instead and due to a change in school policy he was able to play a school instrument for the past two years, so no rental bills! But he had to give it back at graduation. Literally -- the 8th graders played their last song, laid the instruments down, and that was it.
But Ernest does want to continue playing. His new music teacher was very excited to get a sax player.
So we went to the city today to find him a saxamaphone of his very own. Mission accomplished!