Setting: The family is gathered around the table eating dinner.
Young M (proudly): I found lots of broken wires on the piano.
The Professor and I look at each other as we wrack our brains trying to figure out what he means. Did someone get inside the piano and break the strings? Did someone get out the spare guitar strings? What was going on? And then, I figured it out...
Me: Do you mean broken chords?
Young M: Yeah, that what it is.
(Note. At piano lessons a few weeks ago, Young M was showing his teacher how he could play the notes of a chord separately. She taught him that those are called broken chords. He was proud of figuring out a real thing all by himself.)