T
he tears are streaming down my face, and I can’t see anything. “Sari,” I choke out. “If you don’t stop cutting onions near me, I’m going to accidentally chop my fingers off and then you will have peppers and thumbs in your taco.”
Simchi had been watching my mouth carefully, bewildered by my tears, and he breaks out in hysterical laughter at my line.
Peppers and thumbs! He signs and runs off to share the joke with Chunah.
“Ahh, to be six,” I say to Sari, scraping the contents of my cutting board into the frying pan.
