They learn, they daven, and they play basketball. Oh, and yes, they eat
You don’t even have to walk into the house to deduce that; one look at the driveway — with the car parked on a slant, and bikes and balls strewn around — is enough to let you know that the house has been hijacked. The dining room table is littered with hats and jackets and tefillin. Breakfast starts at ten and continues straight till noon. The grill is going all night long. You thought the freezer was well stocked with chicken, hot dogs, and burgers, but it seems like every day you’ve got to go shopping again. These boys can eat!
They’re good boys and you’re so thankful. They learn, they daven, and they play basketball. Oh, and yes, they eat.
But it’s good to feed them. It’s such an easy way to nurture and show love. And since they like to man the grill themselves, cooking has been stripped down to prepping the schnitzel. You can handle this.
The weeks pass in a blur. A messy blur, don’t get me wrong, but a happy one. Their jokes lighten the atmosphere, and it’s fun to be around semi-adults who don’t engage in girlish sulking.
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