Toy Harmonicas Are The Devil and I Can Prove it

I had a horrifying experience last week. My son was blowing on his toy harmonica and as usual, it was getting on my last nerve. In - Out! Screech! Screeeeech! coming from his room. Then the noise stopped.

Brody came bouncing down the hall with the harmonica in one hand and a tiny phillips head screwdriver he'd gotten in a tool kit for Christmas in the other. "Dad, I want to take this apart and see what's inside." He said.

Glad the noise had stopped, and secretly hoping we'd not be able to put it back together, I agreed to help. To be honest, I was curious what it looked like too.

We slowly unscrewed the six or eight tiny machine screws and gently pried it apart. I was pretty shocked at what I saw.

Brody has played with this little blue harmonica for years. So has every one of his cousins when they visit. It looked like a science project. What in the world is that gunk?! I shivered and gagged a couple times and Brody almost fainted.

I insisted we deep six it but Brody wanted to "clean it up'. I soaked it in dish liquid and Clorox for a solid day and a half then scrubbed it with a toothbrush. Believe it or not, it looked brand new.

Just to be nice,I let him play with it one more time. When he was done and had forgotten about it, I dropped it in the garbage can and clsoed the lid....forever.  That kind of germ swapping can never happen again. At least with me knowing about it.