After seeing two children through toddlerhood, I have sat through enough rounds of “Hello, everybody, so glad to see you” in Music Together classes to set my teeth on edge. If only we had something like this music class, Jewish Family Jam, when my girls were babies, I might have actually encouraged them to sing the songs over and over and over rather than pleaded (silently) with them to cease and desist. It’s kind of brilliant, don’t you think?

I filmed this today. The group, sponsored by our local Jewish Family Services, meets in the library of the Jewish day school where I teach. It’s taught by the wonderful “entertain-ucator” Felicia Sloin, who asked me to point out that class is emphatically not called Jewish Music Together, which would be a major no-no from the perspective of the folks in New Jersey who run Music Together.

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