English mummies sing like angels. Not to say that we Brooklyn moms squawk in comparison, but when Trixie and I went to the library to check out Rhyme Time, a mommy-and-me sing-along, inching our way into a circle of grinning women in sundresses and ballet flats, gently crooning to the cherubic tots bouncing delicately on their knees, there was something, well, magical about it.
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