This just in from The “Will Wonders Never Cease?!” Department.
1. Not only did I not get to “milk” the taking-my-son-to-the-orthodontist-AFTER-recess moment, but it backfired. He had to finish what he’d missed at lunchtime. (It was two minutes of lunchtime, but on principle it felt like hours.)
2. Same week, he went to Week 1 of Hebrew School, without much griping, and LIKED it.
Let me say, for a kid who lives for unstructured everything, I was certain Hebrew School on a Monday afternoon would be a non-starter. Imagine my shock when he came home reporting:
(a) I made a new friend!
(b) Teacher Lauren is awesome because she lets us talk and is “loose” [um, the good kind, I’m thinking]!
(c) When I guessed the Hebrew letters spelled “pizza” I got to dance and celebrate!
Could we ask for more in a school day?
3. And last, the spittake moment, the following declaration issued from my son’s mouth after Week 2 of Hebrew School:
“Sophie is so lucky. She always gets to hold the Torah.”
I don’t know what they put in his Challah, but that, my friends, is how we roll these days. Happy New Year, and all good things.