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Dancing for once without the sidekick, it's not actually the lack of the 18-lb sack of flour strapped to my chest that I notice most (although that is noticeable), it's the absence of the carton of eggs sitting on top of it: so much fun to set and slip and spin without a little head to not jostle. (Note to self: find someone going to NEFFA who likes babies and dislikes the contra medley so that Josh and I can both dance in it...)