Home for the Holidays

"The family.  We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together."

 

 

Me [to my 3-year-old brother. Unclear what spurred this]: Rafi, whose kid are you?

Rafi: I'm everybody's kid!

Aharon [5-year-old brother]: That means he's my kid, too.

Shoshana [7-year-old sister]: Aharon, you had sex?

 

Aharon [after just putting on pajamas with planets all over them]: Eli7, I have planets on my privates!

 

My dad: I just don't understand why someone would take care of something cosmetic before something that causes them pain.

Me: Umm, you're talking to someone who wears four-inch heels.