Four by Four

BROTHERS FOUR What’s it like to grow up as a quad? You can ask Yishai Shlomo Bentzi and Yosef just about anything but that question: “How do we know? We don’t know any other reality” (Photos: Lior Mizrachi)

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t was the day after Succos eighteen years ago and the Har Nof shul in Jerusalem was packed to capacity.

It seemed as if the whole neighborhood had come to celebrate the unusual sequence of brissim that were about to take place.

The family had been advised to make sure each bris milah was its own affair, and so the ceremony commenced with the bris of bechor Bentzion. When it was over, he was taken to the Mother and Baby Convalescent Home in Telshe Stone, while the guests enjoyed their first seudah of the day. An hour later, baby Yosef was ushered in, had his bris, and was taken to Telshe Stone. That seudah was followed an hour later by baby Shlomo’s bris, and then finally the youngest, Yishai, had his turn in the limelight.