I was a pest.
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I was a pest.
It’s not pleasant to admit that I was a teenage pest but I was. A really really awful one. So bad that when I went to the bungalow colony as a kid my bunk was named the Grouches. And everyone knew I was the inspiration behind the name. So what does that have to do with anything? Tons.
When I was growing up I had a married sister. I positively absolutely LOOOOOOOVED my sister. I loved her as much as I hated my younger sister who was an even bigger pest than I was. My older sister had this ADOOOOORABLE little baby girl who I ADOOOOOOOOORED to pieces. It’s important you know all this information so you can realize what a major pest I was.
So I adored my sister I adored my niece and wanted to spend every single second of my life babysitting her. Which I did (basically until I had my own children). You think I’m exaggerating? So listen up.
In the olden days when I went to school in the one room schoolhouse… just kidding… when I went to my local Bais Yaakov things were a little more laidback than they are now. So if my sister went on vacation or wanted to spend the day shopping and my niece wasn’t in school yet because she was only two years old or because she was supposed to be in school but for some reason or another she didn’t have school that day my sister or mother would say “Malka do you mind taking Toby to school with you tomorrow?” And I would say “Sure no problem.”
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