In the spirit of V’nahafoch hu, Mishpacha contributors share the axioms they were sure of…until they weren’t
As told to Yael Schuster
Iopened the door to the shoe store and took in the pre-Pesach mayhem. Hundreds of kids milling around (that’s how it seemed to me, at least), thigh-high stacks of boxes, shoes missing their partners scattered about — this was a disaster waiting to happen.
And good son that he is, my precious four-year-old didn’t let me down. It started almost immediately.
“I don’t want to be here! This is stupid! I hate this store!”
“I know it’s hard, honey, but sometimes we have to wait to get something special for Yom Tov,” I tried.
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