Happy Jewish New Year!

Tonight is Rosh Hashanah. This afternoon, I decided to phone some of our older Jewish relatives and wish them a happy and healthy New Year. More importantly, I wanted them to hear it from Rachel.

I used to cringe when I was single and friends put their kids on the phone. It seemed I could never get the child to give the phone back to my friends. Now I am one of those people. Fortunately, Rachel tends to hand back the phone in fairly short order.

Anyhow, I called my 79-year-old cousin in Savannah and put Rachel on. Soon, she started talking about how she enjoyed "Davis" and I urged her to explain The Davis Academy was the Reform Jewish Day School. I just about fell off the couch when I heard her relay that she attends the "Deformed Jewish School."

Tonight, I took her to an adult service with me. Mommy was singing in the choir, but Rachel had difficulty seeing her from our seats. I let her bring some plastic pieces that interlock to keep her occupied and designing, but she kept taking more pieces out of her book bag and was quite fidgety, so I took her upstairs to babysitting and begged them to take her even though we hadn't signed up. I said I'd pay the fee; I just didn't want to disrupt everyone in the sanctuary.

On the way up the elevator, I asked Rachel why she was so wiggly. She dismissed my inquiry with "That's the way G-d made me."

How do you argue with that?