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Last weekend we went to Reading for another round of Christmas. Happily, this meant that we actually got to see some snow to go with the frigid temperatures we’ve been having.

Cassidy received a fishing rod, and she was soooo excited and happy. It was all we could do to keep her from sleeping with it.

Also among the spoils was a set of High School Musical pajamas, which features a box on the belly that lights up when you move. I have been assured that this is a very practical and comfortable feature in pajamas.

Anyway, the other night, Jacob and I were discussing the fascinating topic of reducing fractions, when we heard far off strains of song and went to track it down.

This is what we found (email subscribers need to click through to view):

I know it’s a bit lengthy, 92 seconds, but I have no means of editing video.

I can only tell you that I had to endure it for much, much longer; and that there is a payoff of sorts at the end.

Please note at about the 30 second mark when Cass realizes that I am videotaping her and sings louder.

Common Sense Prevails:

Resellers do not have to certify that their children’s products have been third-party tested and conform to safety standards; that is the burden of the original vendor. Whew!

‘Cause I’ve got a closet FULL of Cassie’s old stuff I’ve been meaning to take to the consignment shop, and whatever they don’t take goes to Goodwill.

Thank goodness all those clothes won’t end up in the landfill!

And neither will Cassie’s cowboy boots.

Well, you look so pretty in it
Honey, can I jump on it sometime?

Yes, I just wanna see
If it’s really that expensive kind

You know it balances on your head
Just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine

Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

-Bob Dylan

Cassidy received a bag of hand-me-downs at Christmastime, and she’d been waiting until the first day of school to break out the leopard print sweater.

But just before we left, she pointed out that something was missing.

My vintage leopard-skin pillbox hat. And matching handbag. (It’s faux, it’s not “really that expensive kind”.)

Which I somewhat reluctantly retrieved from their place of honor; because truly, they look so much better on her.

Alas, after one hits 30, there seem to be fewer and fewer occasions on which it is acceptable to wear one’s leopard-skin pillbox hat.

When she arrived, she burst into the classroom hollering, “Look ! Look! Look at my brand-new leopard-skin pillbox hat!”

And man, I just about died laughing.

If you can’t imagine why I think this is so funny, you should really listen to more Bob Dylan, it’s good for the soul.

At least listen to this song here. And imagine my 4 year old prancing around dancing to it in her newly beloved accessories.