Quite comical really….

This evening, as we sat down as a family to eat dinner, I tried to engage my three-year-old in conversation about Pesach. Purim was such an anti-climactic experience – Eliana was crying most of the day, she didn’t quite get the concept of reciprocating when it came to Mishloach Manot – I thought it would be smart to get her in the Pesach spirit ahead of time. I asked her what she had learned in Gan about Pesach – it better be extremely profound for 2000 shekel a month, I thought to myself – and she replied, tilting her head to one side, “I don’t know.”

Not one to be deterred, I pressed her further. “Did they talk to you, sweetie, about what happened to the Yehudim (Jews) in Mitzrayim (Egypt)?” Bingo. I had used the correct targeted keywords. Her eyes widened and her expression became animated.

“Yes, Mummy, Tzvika [the ganenet’s husband – don’t ask – it’s a really long story – if you really want to know why the ganenet’s husband was doing his wife’s job, send me an email and I will explain] told us that Haman HaRasha (Haman, the wicked one) was a really naughty man, and all the peoples were so scared!”

Josh responded, “No, honey, that’s a different chag (festival)! On Pesach, the Jewish people are scared of Pharaoh!” That basically summed up in a nutshell our experience as the Jewish people. We go from one baddy to another!

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alan d. busch

11 years ago

Dear Sorelle,

I know the feeling, but remember all readers may not be inclined to write. I am satisfied when my “hit counter” shows that I am getting “page views” along with time spent viewing greater than 0:00. This way I know somebody is looking if not actually reading.

So take heart. You never know how widespread in far off places your influence may be reaching.

I remain,

Very Sincerely Yours,

Alan D. Busch

Sorelle

11 years ago

You make a good point. As I said, patience isn’t my greatest virtue. Thanks for the words of encouragement and I will be sure to check out your blog.