Caroline was going through a folder full of paperwork from her sister's arrival. She discovered one of those 2 inch-ish paperclips.
"Oh my goodness, Mama! Where did you get this adorable tiny trombone?"
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ABOUT CAROLINE
She's freshly 7. She's a Gemini. She likes to eat tomatoes and draw cats when she is not sharing her wisdom. Yes, this is real. No, this is not exaggerated. Sometimes I wish it was.
Several have asked, so I will answer. This site is called Kazooisms because her nickname is "The Kazoo."
You can email us at kazooisms @ gmail . com (without the pesky spaces, of course).
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Dear God. I love this kid to pieces and I don't even know her.
PLEASE tell me she tried to play it!! :D
Wow, she speaks French, too! ("Trombone" is the French word for paperclip.) Excellent.
Aw thanks piecemeal people.
And yes she tried to play it. She marched around for a while pretending to do so.
Thanks, Heather, for that tidbit. I had no idea -- probably should have paid more attn in French class.
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