We went to a Baby Naming this evening for my friend Rachel and her new daughter. It was a nice event, and there were tons of kids there, many of whom are in Noah's class at preschool. This naming was held at a small congregation that operates out of a nice strip mall. The sanctuary was small and adjacent to it was an area set-up with food.
Noah got a bit loud during the actual ceremony (the kid has no concept of "inside voice" and "sit still") so Dan took him outside. When the ceremony was over they came back inside. Noah looked at me, cute as a button, and we had the following conversation:
"Mommy, is it over?"
"Yes, it's over."
"Can we eat now?"
I shit you not. At the age of 2.5, the kid has learned one of the central tenants of Judaism. We pray, and then we eat. No matter what. Next thing you know, he'll be planning his meals two days in advance.
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