Sunday, December 7, 2008

Oy Vey


Leah has decided she's Jewish. I don't know where this is coming from. I don't know if she knows what it means but she talks about culture and that she feels Jewish.
I keep telling her that she's Christian. She says that dad and I are and she's not.

She gets mad when I tell her she's not Jewish and wants to know how I know. I said when she's older we'll test her dna. The very strange thing is that I think I'm part Jewish. My dad's grandparents are from Russia and his side of the family looks Jewish. All of my uncles looked like Walter Matthau (he was Jewish, right?) I've considered the mailorder dna test that everyone is doing (but it's kind of expensive.)

I know Leah is serious because I said if she's Jewish she can't celebrate Christmas and Santa won't come. Ever quick on her feet, she said "Santa will come for you guys so he'll leave something for me too."

And then she looked at me like I was meshugeneh.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Waxing poetic

Back to the basics of being an old mom. I’m sure a mom under 40 has never heard this.

"Quit hugging me, your chin hair is spiking me."