Shabbat dinner was not the regular affair last night.
LA and I had spent the day shopping for furniture, lunching at Cactus Club (the Rocket Salad rocks) and generally hanging out. It’s called a “date day” and I highly recommend it.
Then, we got a cancellation call from the dentist for Maddy to get her cavity repaired at 4:00 pm. So dinner prep got off to a late start and was the old stand-by – pesto from the freezer, cut vegies, leftover chinese food for me.
But the dinner conversation was priceless. We did our usual roundtable ranking our days. Ben’s day was a 7. His rationale was, among other things, not enough Hebrew at school. “I love Hebrew,” he said. My jaw dropped, as I looked across the table at LA. I hated Hebrew, like most kids I knew, because I didn’t start learning until I was in grade 4 as prep for my Bar Mitzvah. Good for him. Good for his Hebrew teacher!
Ella, the sweetest little person in our house, had her own jaw-dropper. Grabbing the purple cabbage from the plate of cut vegies, she opined: “I love cabbage.” Huh?! Hebrew?! Cabbage!? What’s EPCOR putting in the water here in Edmonton?!
Don’t get me wrong. I’m loving the fact that they love this stuff that’s good for them. Just worried about how hard a fall I will take when they turn into moody, critical teenagers.
masue
1 month ago
wow is right! must try that discussion around the table thing. Might be premature though since we are just finishing off the “i want to sit next to _________ or i will go up stairs and starve myself to death and make you feel guilty for the rest of your life” phase. we were hoping the round table we just bot wld solve some of that. it actually has, but not without making me dizzy first.