just a moment to remind the world that i am, indeed, a product of my childhood.
because i am still locked out of Michigan Radio, i listen today to the NYU version of NPR. their programming is brought to me courtesy, in part, of Jazz at Lincoln Center.
whenever i hear anything about Lincoln Center, i think immediately of Margaret and her trips with her grandmother, in the book about her by Judy Blume.
the price is low enough that i could (and probably will) get this for my daughter - even though she's not yet two, and put it in her "when I get bigger box" from mama.
end of flashback, we now return...
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I bought that book for Kaitlyn when we started 6th grade this year! An essential read!!
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