As I am tending towards the trend of slowly moving off FB, I've been posting a lot more, so take it or leave it, but you've been warned.
It's almost Shabbos in the Holy Land; the food is in the oven, the desserts are (finally!) finished, and the floor is clean (for 30 seconds or less, no doubt).
I had another funny moment with B today, when he joined me in the kitchen for some Shabbos cooking. He wanted to know how I "got so good" at peeling potatoes, and I told him I was helping Bubby since I was about his age. His eyes lit up and he said, "So does that mean if I start helping you now I'll be as good as you when I'm an adult?" We all have to have aspirations, you know.
He peeled and cut zucchini for zucchini muffins and asked how to grate them. I pulled out my hand grater and showed him how it's done, cautioning him about not getting too close, "because you can grate your fingers." His first question? "How does grated finger taste?"
Hmm. Hope we don't find out.
Shabbat Shalom, hey!
"R!"
"R! It's time to get dressed."
"R!! Please answer me when I'm talking to you!"
"My name is not R. My name is Black Chest."
?!
"Black Chest? Why Black Chest?"
"You know, like a pirate."
"You mean, like Black Beard?"
"Exactly, but I don't have a beard, so I'm Black Chest."
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Or later the same day, on a walk with B to the merkaz he says to me, "I'm having a vision."
Startled, I reply, "Wow, a vision of what exactly?"
"You know, where you divide one number by another: A Vision."
Along the same lines last week he came home from school and told me his test was on "Divination".
"WHAT?"
"You know, multiplication, divination."
And so begins the long slow dance of forgetting our English...
