Maybe they were just dehydrated— they should go drink some of Mommy’s lemonade and they would stop seeing things
“It’s mamash perfect weather for a Chol Hamoed bike ride,” said 12-year-old Dovid as he dashed into the house with his two brothers at his heels. The trio started grabbing their helmets.
“Dovid, don’t you have a Gemara final right after Yom Tov?”
“Mommy, c’mon! How can I waste this beautiful weather studying? I wanna have some fun. Ta’s not even home to learn with me now. It’s much smarter for us to ride our bikes now. Then, when Tatty comes home from learning with Zeidy, I’ll learn with him.”
“Dovid, anyone smart enough to think of all your excuses not to study, should have no problem learning without his father’s help!” Mommy laughed. “I’ve got a batch of chocolate cupcakes coming out of the oven. Why don’t you boys bring your Gemaras to the succah and I’ll bring some cupcakes so you can make a leisheiv?”
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