Petting zoo don'ts.

You know what’s always fun? Zoos.

We took Koala to Jerusalem’s Biblical Zoo on erev Shavuot to meet the animals, just like Curious George in that version of the book where he pretty much gets rewarded for feeding the animals when he wasn’t supposed to and I never really understood that, considering you’re supposed to learn a lesson in kids’ books, aren’t you…


Going through the petting zoo, I couldn’t help notice this dad, his kids, the goats they were feeding, and his cigarette. Wait, what?

Seriously? Smoking, not only in the zoo, but in the petting zoo part? Where the baby animals and baby humans hang out?

Ah well. First time at a zoo with the bebe was fun, and I think most of all Koala enjoyed making noises and fitting in for it.

Bad example.

The thing about trying to get pregnant/being pregnant, is that you start to see pregnant women everywhere. This is probably true everywhere in the world, but when you’re in Israel, you really are seeing them everywhere because out of all the demographics in Israel, the one thing they have in common – whether charedi, Arab, or secular – is that they like their babies.

Usually, seeing pregnant women walking around Jerusalem is a positive experience. The maternity clothes are fun, the women are usually attractive. Then, once in a while, you come across something so utterly disgusting, it makes you want to run your car over it.

I’m talking about a giant, third-trimester arsit waddling around puffing a cigarette with the rest of the pack in her other hand. We were confronted with this scene today, as we sat in our car at the train station waiting to pick up some friends. The car was on and it took everything for us to not step on the gas and run this woman over, thus saving her unborn child from a life of misery and patheticness.

And I don’t mean because of the side effects of being born crappy from a smoking mom. I mean being born the son of an arsit, aka, a Beitar hooligan.