Well, my father played the guitar, and I always wanted to, but I got tiny baby hands. Seriously though, my 15 year old has longer fingers than I do. The eight year old is catching up fast. So I got tiny baby hands, and stubby fingers and a child's guitar was giving me trouble. Sad panda.
Years pass, I finally get up the courage to try stringed instruments again. Fiddle? No.... Fancy Fiddle? (Violin?) Nah. Cello? We don't have room for a cow in our apartment, Aunt Debra.
What's me? What's like me? What's small, utterly ridiculous, and mildly annoying? Accordion! (Dear god no. We are not ready to go that far off the goofy meter)
Ukulele. Because it seemed like a good idea at the time.