This weeks conversation

Bubster: "Do you know where my 'torter' is?
Me: "Torter?"
Bubster: "Yes, my torter. You know, it's a long thing that you blow into and it toots."
Me: (totally stumped - what is the lad talking about??) "Torter? Hmmm..... Whats it look like again?"
Bubster: (Sigh....rolling of eyes) You know Mummy! Don't be silly! (chuckles) It's a long thing, you blow in it here.....it isn't with my musical instruments. I'll look again."
We go look. Meanwhile, I'm racking my brain. What in the heck is a torter??? I'm obviously thinking too hard.
Bubster: "You know, Too tooo to toooot!" Dances around with an imaginary torter.
Me.....thinking: "Oh! Do you mean your flute?"
Bubster: "Yes!"
(but how is a flute a torter?) I go find it in the closet behind some towels. That is where it goes when it turns into a hitting flute rather than a playing flute.
Bubster: "See? It looks just like a torter."
Me: "Oh it does does it?" (hmmm. what the...?)
The bubster goes off and toots for a while. He comes back and says:
"Miles was playing his torter at school today!"
(Ohhhhhhhhh...........................!)
Me: "Bub, are you talking about a REcorder?"
Bubster: "Yes! A torter."
Me: "Yes, it's a REcorder. Recorder."
Bubster: "Oh. Recorter. Toot toot!!!"
Oh my..................