Lily, from the back of the van this evening: When
I was in music class, I played the trumpet (note: there is no music
class.). My friends all played tubas. But one played the
violin and one played the balalaika.
Me, a bit stunned: The balalaika?
Lily: Yes. But I played the trumpet. I like trumpets better.
Steve: trumpets, tubas, violins, and a balalaika? Those guys are going to ROCK.
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