I was sitting at a seudah, juggling the demands of my children, when my cousin spoke up. I froze. History has proven that in most cases, I am not a good person to ask.
“Okaaaay,” I answered slowly. “I’m probably not the person you’re looking for, but what’s your question?”
“Well, you have a bunch of boys, right?”
“Yes.”
“How do you keep them from fighting with each other all the time?”
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