Yes, I let my kids watch TV.

This is how a recovering poli sci major does parenting.

Then the following exchange made me feel dirty:

“Who is that man?”

“The president of the United States.”

“Oh.”

“Moshe Rabeinu was the manhig (leader) of Bnei Yisrael, right?”

“Right.”

“So President Obama is the manhig of America and Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu is the manhig of Israel. For now.”

Because this is Israel and my neighbor is President Obama’s tow truck service

Like I said…

The truck that towed visiting President Obama’s limo today – the one accidentally filled with the wrong fuel and then broke down – happens to be the tow truck that calls its home my street, where my kid and his friends stand totally in awe of an enormous truck right before their eyes.

Way to go Motti!

My first dog run.

My run this morning got a little messy – but way more fun – when my running partner joined.

If you live in Tzur Hadassah and this is your dog, man, you are lucky. I hope you’re a runner too! It’s such a thrill running with a dog (even if it was just for a kilometer or so).

I fall in love with dogs way too easily. Doggie affairs? It’s actually not the first time I’ve ‘hung out’ with a random dog who decided to follow me for a while.

One day.

We thought we saw it all, Bnei Brak. Then you do this.

Kashrut enthusiasts! Kosher-keeping container collectors, gather round!

You’ve seen the blue Dairy stickers…

You’ve used the red Meat stickers…

You’ve stuck on green Pareve stickers…

You’ve dusted off the purple Passover stickers…

And now, for a limited time only, you have the stunning option of adorning your most chametzidik dishware with the one, the only…

…’Sold to a Goy’ stickers!

 

h/t Aaron

Koala update: Mama got BUSTED.

I just got BUSTED.

Lately Koala has been exploring his artistic side, especially in the scissors department.

Yesterday he was cutting paper into tiny squares and giving them to me as presents while I worked at my desk.

“Ima, here’s a nice one. This is a nice square. Take this Ima.”

Because I do have a bit of a neat freak streak, I couldn’t help but be bugged by the confetti collection my desk had become, so this morning I quickly swept all the paper bits off my desk and threw them in the garbage pail next to it.

Today, the same ritual. Koala cuts out ‘good ones, Ima, take it’  and I put them next to my keyboard on the desk.

Then he notices the garbage pail.

“WHAT IS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THOSE ARE NICE SQUARES I’M MAKING!”

I look down and spot the evidence, the confettied party pail.

“No, no, no,” I insist. “Those must be something else…” I look back at the desk. “Here, the ones you cut me are right here!”

I desperately show him the fresh clippings on the desk. I tenderly pile them up.

But he knew it. He knew I was lying.

Shamed, I rescued his paper gifts out from the garbage, one by one.

The party paper pile is never moving.

Knesset swears in, we watch, we laugh (and we cry)

Figured I’d stream the Knesset swearing-in ceremony while getting actual work done. Someone in this country has to, right?

Anyway, during the part of the gathering where the members nominate and vote for the Knesset Speaker, I found a striking resemblance to a certain type of gathering I’ve been a part of many times now…

And, by quoting it in their daily report, HonestReporting seems to agree!

Though I’m surprised this one didn’t turn out to be true…


h/t Diane