“It’s not fair!” Moishy burst out. “How come everything you say is a great idea, and everything I say you won’t do?"
“Maybe a New York skyline,” Bentzi suggested, waving his hands high in the air. “With all those skyscrapers!”
I clapped my hands. “Yes, that’s it, skyscrapers! And the Statue of Liberty! Do you think you can draw such a backdrop, Bentzi?”
“I can draw it,” Moishy volunteered importantly. “I’m a good artist.”
“Who, you?” I laughed. “You do draw very well for your age, but you can’t draw things like that, and certainly not as big as a scenery needs to be! This isn’t a job for little kids. Bentzi can do it.”
Moishy pouted, but said nothing, toying with the edge of the tablecloth.
Tova was enthusiastic. “And an American flag, too. We’ll make a big one out of construction paper, with stars and red-and-white stripes and everything, just like a real flag!”
“Great idea! And for the flagpole we’ll find a long pole like for the Lag Ba’omer fire,” Bentzi added.
“And how will we have a stage?” I asked.
“We’ll build it!” said Moishy. “We can nail lots and lots of boards together and—”
