It Doesn’t Hurt to Ask (Or Does It?)

This adage may be true, but as a mother, I sometimes want to tweak it a bit so that it sounds like this: “Ask, ask your father! It is the only way you will ever learn…. Plus, I’ve already been answering your questions for 45 minutes, and I’m sure Tatty wants a turn because he’s feeling left out.”

Of course, I’m delighted that my children believe that I am wise and all-knowing.

I’m flattered, really.

I certainly don’t mind the easier questions such as: “Is chicken milchig, fleishig, or pareve?” which can be answered almost without thinking. What’s more disconcerting is when they follow up with: “You know what’s weird? Why is chicken the food called by the same word as chicken the cute animal?”

That’s usually my cue to offer dessert as a quick distraction.