To say that I’m horrified is the understatement of the century
Ipause while sorting the laundry in the guest room — the better to listen in to a conversation taking place in my kids’ bedroom.
“No, I’ll show you how to do it. That’s not how to be a mechabel!” my eight-year-old Yael tells my five-year-old Aron. There’s some scuffling and then Yaeli says, “Here’s the mechabel!”
I abandon the washing pile and sneak closer to the bedroom door. Why are the kids playing “terrorists?”
“Here’s the mechabel. Look, you can be one, too!” A quick peek into the kids’ room shows Yaeli tying a pair of pajama trousers over her own head and Aron’s so that only their eyes are visible.
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