A Time to Speak and a Time to Listen

I

t was a warm summer Friday afternoon.

Many parents were already downstairs attempting to convince their children to come get ready for Shabbos when it began.

Suddenly every family in the small residential area had at least one parent represented at the ad-hoc residents-only meeting.

One of the more “pious” members of the complex had unilaterally “paskened” and “decreed” that from now on all children irrespective of age or gender would be prohibited from using any sort of riding toy on Shabbos.

Goodbye to all the blue pink and red Cozy Coupes.