Being the heroic torchbearer of Torah learning doesn’t always ignite a second grader’s soul
“So take some roasted wheat kernels, sheifele, but hurry.”
From outside, a thump and a wail. “Shmaya always gets to lead the mule!”
“My quill snapped!”
You scoop up the baby, who is trying to tip the water bucket again, and head to the empty doorway, newly bereft of its door.
“Have a great day and learn well!” you call, but they’re already disappearing among the trees.
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