So Yehoshua asks:
Why does a Donkey say “EE- AAH?”
Answers Yehoshua:
Because when Hashem made the donkey he told him “you will have to work all day long!”
Replied the donkey “EEE!”
Said Hashem “But on Shabbos you can rest”
Donkey: “AAAAH!”

Shira: I want to be a Teacher when I grow up!
Abba: Great! Why?
Shira: {giggles} You’re going to laugh!
Abba: I won’t laugh.
Shira: It’s okay - you can laugh.
Abba: All right. Why do you want to be a teacher?
Shira: First - because I love to draw on the board. Second - because I like to talk a lot!

Can’t get any more honest than that…

We went on a tiyul with the Yeshiva to Sderot
Ya know, to show solidarity.
Anyways the boys had a great time, and so did mine.
Here he is on the rooftop of the Yeshiva that their building in Sderot.
3 Floors of bomb shelter walls, so the boys dont have to leave the beis medrash when the siren goes off.
LHagdil Torah VYadir

Baruch Hashem, his lungs are clean.
The Doctor gave us moxypen, and we’re hoping his fever will be down shortly.
In the meanwhile, he’s bouncing around smiling and dancing.
In case you don’t believe me - here’s the picture.

Well - it only took 5 and 1/2 years - but after endless romping stomping and pomping, Yehoshua finally got stitches. Two stitches, to be precise.
We were waiting to begin the Yomtov seudah, and the kids were horsing around (what else is new). Shira and Yehoshua had been playing “king of the chair”, but that ended with no casualties save a few hurt feelings, (and Yehoshua screaming once or twice “you almost killed me!")
Then came Yehoshua sitting on the dining room chair in the nearly empty dining room. I can’t tell you what maneuver he was trying to perfect, but I did watch from the sukkah as he tumbled off the chair he was sitting on, and pulled the chair over on top of him as he fell. As blood rushed down the right side of his head over his ear and onto his shoulder, I grabbed a towel to staunch the bleeding. When he saw the blood, his immediate response was “Call Uncle Dovid!” (Uncle Dovid volunteers for Hatzalah) We rinsed his head in the sink as he screamed “You’re killing me! You’re going to kill me!”
Tamar immediately saw that it needed stitches, so I proceeded to the neighbor to ask which Doctor lived the closest. After a minute and a half conference with a couple of the neighbors, one of them noted that the fine family who had just moved into our building at the end of the summer had a doctor as the head of household. Apologetically, I interrupted his Yomtov meal and he followed me back down to our house. Stitches for sure - he said - but you can wait until after yomtov ( remember - we’ve got only one day over here...) “Bring him to me after havdalah and I’ll sew him up” he said.
In the meanwhile, I took a handful of cotton balls, placed them on the side of Yehoshua’s head where the bleeding had already mostly stopped, and held it in place by wrapping an ace bandage around his head multiple times, like someone with a toothache in the old theatrical presentations.
Surprisingly, Yehoshua wore that contraption for the better part of two hours, during the while he was quite uncharacteristically quiet and subdued. This incident happened at 12 pm, by 3 pm he was back to business as usual riding his sister’s tricycle and crashing it into the neighbor’s kid who was driving around on a different riding toy.
After havdalah,. we took him to the Dr. upstairs who cut off a couple of hairs from the lacerated area (as Yehoshua screamed “you’re killing me!"), and then, after applying anesthesia, put little Mr. Humpty Dumpty back together again with two well placed stitches.
After witnessing the doctor’s tailoring prowess, I immediately offered to bring up a couple of pants from our house that needed mending.
Needless to say that Yehoshua is fine now. Certainly way better than my sense of humor.