It's a recorder.
He said to me, "Look, Mom! My recorder came today! (It's for his music class.) I have to practice for a half an hour every night!" Then he placed that recorder to his lips and blew a ear piercing, window shattering, shrieking musical note that sounded like a cat being skinned alive! Good Lord. Heaven help me. Bless us all. We quickly established some ground rules. He could only practice his music in his room. With the door closed. This way, it only sounds like a cat with his tail being slammed in the door. I can live with that. Thank you Lord, for my imperfections. It came in real handy today.