We were reading a Chanukah story recently (Hanukkah Hamster) which describes the lovely beaches of Tel Aviv. In an aside I said to Eitan, “You know, it never snows in Tel Aviv.” He answered with a very yiddishkeit accent, “What?!”
The other good part of this story is that Rich argued that it does sometimes snow in Tel Aviv. I looked it up later, and Rich was correct. In 1950, it snowed in Tel Aviv for “several minutes”.
Source: https://www.israel21c.org/snow-in-tel-aviv-1950/
Eitan is playing with Dada’s wallet.
“What’s this?”
“That’s the bank card. It has our money in it.”
“I don’t see any money…”, as he flips it around to see it from all angles.
We’ve had a “mama” few weeks, and it’s hard to find a time to myself, even to use the bathroom. Earlier today, Eitan came charging in while I was peeing. I got up to wipe myself and he (of course) noticed the tampon string hanging down. “Why string?” he asked, as I tried to shield myself and he walked along with me to get a better view.
“Well…”, I gave him the simplest, briefest, off-the-cuff explanation I could.
“Hurt?” he wondered.
“No,” I responded, “it doesn’t hurt going in or coming out”.
“How does poop come out?” he asked. Another excellent question!
“It comes out a different hole,” I replied.
“Ok mama,” he said, and then jumped up singing David Melech using the wrong tune. Is it strange that this story makes me happy?
While donning booties during a recent house project, Eitan believed the ridiculously large, blue floor protectors to be socks; really, really big ones.
Eitan was in the car with Papa. Someone was taking too long to turn.
Papa exclaimed: “Turn already, Jesus!”
“Why Jesus?” asked Eitan
“It’s a long story,” Papa replied