Ah - Kids, it’s the little things they do that make you feel oh-so-special.
Like Friday, when I was taking a hair cut, and I bent over to pick up the comb, and 8-yr-old Shira asks me
“Abba- how come where your kipa is supposed to be you don’t have very much hair...?”

Well, yes - Kiddush on Tuesday.
But it’s not really a kiddush, and it’s no ordinary Tuesday.
It’s Lag B’omer - you know that exciting time when effervescent little woodchuck wanna-bes of all ages scour the country side for kindling of any size.
If it burns, and it’s not tied down - forget about it Charlie - some 8th grader has already done drugged it off to some obscure location, where other recently bar mitzvah-ed friends are doing round the clock vigils standing guard to insure no other youths partake from their plentiful booty.
But I digress.
Tuesday -
Tuesday we dine - Chicken wings (taken from a real Buffalo), Hot Dogs, fancy deli shnitzel wraps made by wife, and all sorts of side dishes will grace the plasticware laden table in an attempt to entertain some 100 guests, more than 60% of whom are under the age of nine.
With the help of my g-d I will make a siyum on tractate Kiddushin (hence the Kiddush aspect) and we will be on the receiving end of countless wishes of mazel tov from family friends and fiends who are just there for the wings.
Guess we’ll have to go biking on Wednesday.
Hope to see you there - 3:30 pm @ my house
Looking forward!