Brass Yourself

Whoops.

As I've done too many times to count, I spoke before I thought. 

And had this conversation with a child:

Me: So Timmy, what instrument are you going to play in orchestra?

Fifth Grader Timmy: Trumpet

Me: Ah, so you're a brass man. (Wait! Did I just say that?!?)

Fifth Grader Timmy: I guess I am! Maybe I'll call myself that!

Me: Um, let's not.