Brill Cream Forever

There is nothing quite like watching your kid perform something on stage.  To most people, some random 2nd grade play is pretty yawn-inspiring.  But when it's your kid up there, it's just amazing to watch them come out of their shell and be so brave, say their cute little lines and maybe even sing a line or two.  Stomper's teacher is so awesome.  She put together an absolutely darling little show about Olde Time Radio - a radio show from the 1920's, complete with reproductions of actual commercials from the past.  Besides doing a little boxing and announcing Bing Crosby, Stomper did an add that was for Brill Cream:

One fun thing was that I have been keeping in my basement for as long as we've had the house (and in fact since I was a sophomore in high school,) a cool old oval hat box containing a real beaver-fur top hat. I inherited the hat from my Grandma Romney, who inherited it from her father, Leonard Cahoon.  I have never really known what to do with this hat, but I have loved having it around.  With many promises of ultimate care, I let Stomper wear it for the play.  It was a little nerve-wracking, both for me and the teacher, to have the silky black hat in the hands of an eight year old, but he took super good care of it and it was fun to see it on Stomper.  Too bad I didn't have a matching tuxedo in his size hanging around.  Maybe next year!