“Come on, come on, let’s light the candles!” we called upstairs to our son.
He felt badly that he hadn’t gotten us Hanukkah presents, but he’d come up with a solution, and tonight was the night. He wrote up a list of times from which we could choose when we would light the candles. We each checked two boxes. He concluded from them that the “answer” was 4 pm. It was 4 pm, and we were ready.
We asked him to get the menorah. “No, I can’t, I’m holding presents.” They were tucked up his PJ sleeves. Continue reading Dreidel dreidel dreidel