That last jump totally jarred my leg, which is weird, because, hello! Dancer!
Shimshon’s new tzitzis bounce every time he jumps on the trampoline, and we all sigh, watching him.
“Okay, he’s like not-regular cute,” Atara declares, and we all agree.
Babby is settled in a dining room chair we’d dragged out to the yard; Zeidy is hovering protectively over her, and both of them are clutching glasses of sparkling seltzer and shepping nachas.
Benny puts Effie on the trampoline next to Shimshon and we all crack up as the little uncle bounces once, causing the baby to fall right over. He’s so wrapped up against the cold, that he’s completely immobilized, and just lays there, whimpering, while we all double over.
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