Monday, December 12, 2011


When the clock flashed eight-zero-zero tonight, Harry put down his Legos and scampered into the bathroom to brush his teeth and pee. I was browsing our book collection for a book he could read to me before bedtime when he sprung out of the bathroom screaming, "Mama!  Dada!  I know what a fart is!"

"What?" I asked.

"A fart," he said proudly, "Is air that stinks."

"Who told you that?"  I asked.

"No one!" he exclaimed.  "I just wanted to know, so I farted on my fingers."

In unrelated news, we are having fun with the juxtaposition of our Little People nativity and Hanukkah dinner sets.
Mary, Joseph, and their donkey adore the Hanukkah baby.  You know, just like in the Torah.

Jesus' bris


  1. How funny! I'm sure that was the proudest Ben has ever been!

  2. Hahahahahaha!! This is one of the most funny posts I've read in a long time!

  3. Anonymous9:43 AM

    alwayas told you that boy was exceptional...Bomma

  4. Aren't five year old boys charming? That is awesome!

  5. Tripod10:54 AM

    Harry is such a scientist !

  6. We also refer to hours at "seven zero zero" around these parts, which is what they scream at the tops of their lungs every morning when it's time to go downstairs and watch a video while mommy takes a shower.

  7. This whole post is hilarious, but I think the part that will stay with me is Jesus' bris. And the fact that Santa's the only one present. This is a children's book waiting to be written...