Fun in an Elevator: NY state of mind

The elevator doors closed. The silence lasted only one brief moment.

"Well Mommy, what would happen?" my four year old persisted.

The small space was jam packed with a mix of professionals, vacationers, and our family, complete with two curious preschoolers. I was put on the spot.

I knew there was no avoiding answering her, the best I could do was mitigate the confusion I was about to unleash with as much information as I felt I could share.

"Um, I guess if the Statue of Liberty got into a knife fight with another statue, a bad one, she should probably win."

The exchanged glances around the elevator were amused and knowing Looks like I was blessed with fellow parents, or at least easy going folk.

Miraculously, this ended the several hour debate we'd had ever since we'd seen Lady Liberty from the ferry. Something about the Statue had spoken to my headstrong little one. She represented majesty, imagination, and wicked street fighting skills.

I think I'll have to share this post and a clip from Ghostbusters with this one when she's older.

The elevator doors closed. The silence lasted only one brief moment.

"Well Mommy, what would happen?" my four year old persisted.

The small space was jam packed with a mix of professionals, vacationers, and our family, complete with two curious preschoolers. I was put on the spot.

I knew there was no avoiding answering her, the best I could do was mitigate the confusion I was about to unleash with as much information as I felt I could share.

"Um, I guess if the Statue of Liberty got into a knife fight with another statue, a bad one, she should probably win."

The exchanged glances around the elevator were amused and knowing Looks like I was blessed with fellow parents, or at least easy going folk.

Miraculously, this ended the several hour debate we'd had ever since we'd seen Lady Liberty from the ferry. Something about the Statue had spoken to my headstrong little one. She represented majesty, imagination, and wicked street fighting skills.

I think I'll have to share this post and a clip from Ghostbusters with this one when she's older.

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Ima, Tell me all about . . . the recipe for water

My 4yo is a Chatty Cathy to the extreme. Her recent "Tell me all about" was for the recipe for water.

I explained briefly, then as any good listener does, she repeated the highlights back to me:

"Hashem (G-d) takes two hydrans, one oxidigen, mixes it up. Makes water, puts it into a bottle, puts on the lid so, so tight so you need a mommy or a daddy to open it. Unless you are big enough and can open it yourself."

Yep, that's basically how it goes!

My 4yo is a Chatty Cathy to the extreme. Her recent "Tell me all about" was for the recipe for water.

I explained briefly, then as any good listener does, she repeated the highlights back to me:

"Hashem (G-d) takes two hydrans, one oxidigen, mixes it up. Makes water, puts it into a bottle, puts on the lid so, so tight so you need a mommy or a daddy to open it. Unless you are big enough and can open it yourself."

Yep, that's basically how it goes!

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Happy Mother's day!

This year was my first real Mother's Day. The kids learned about it in school a little and made gifts for me.

RE made a little bowl that said "Ima" (mother) in Hebrew stickers. Inside was a little cupcake and a cookie. Which he at Shabbos morning when he woke up early! Little scamp! "Happy Mother's Day Ima! I got you a bowl of crumbs and an empty cupcake wrapper!" Urp!

Awa's gift survived until today. It is a painted box filled with: A heart with her name in it, 2 muffins, a button key chain, and "Ima there's coffee!" A little sleeve of french vanilla instant coffee. I like to think her maturity and love kept her from scarfing it, but I think she just forgot all about it.

Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms out there! May the crumbs always frame smiles of love!

This year was my first real Mother's Day. The kids learned about it in school a little and made gifts for me.

RE made a little bowl that said "Ima" (mother) in Hebrew stickers. Inside was a little cupcake and a cookie. Which he at Shabbos morning when he woke up early! Little scamp! "Happy Mother's Day Ima! I got you a bowl of crumbs and an empty cupcake wrapper!" Urp!

Awa's gift survived until today. It is a painted box filled with: A heart with her name in it, 2 muffins, a button key chain, and "Ima there's coffee!" A little sleeve of french vanilla instant coffee. I like to think her maturity and love kept her from scarfing it, but I think she just forgot all about it.

Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms out there! May the crumbs always frame smiles of love!

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Weirdo wakeup call!

I have two brothers, a dog, several years of college, and motherhood under my belt. I thought I'd been woken up by it all. But last night took the cake . . . or more accurately, the chocolate.

Hubsters had gone to a movie with the guys and I tried to stay up to greet him when he returned. I gave up just after 1am and collapsed exhausted. Somewhere around 2am I had a dream that my hand was covered in some brown goo. Then I realized that my eyes were open, my hand was outstretched in front of me, and it was indeed covered in brown goo. I sleep on my stomach with my hand under my pillow, so I immediately jumped up, sure enough, there were brown smudges next to my pillow, and underneath my pillow? A body-heat melted bar of Cadbury's chocolate that hubsters and I had shared as a Shabbos snack.

Then I noticed that hubsters wasn't in the room. Ok. Double panic. Covered in chocolate. Missing husband. Wanting to keep the chocolate devastation confined to my bed linens I went the bathroom to wash up and discovered hubsters brushing his teeth.

Although disoriented, I still appreciated hubsters reaction to seeing me stumble in bed creased, dazed, and covered in chocolate, yet relieved to see him.

"On rough days don't you say you wish you could swim in chocolate?" He asks. A sleepy squint and a grunt are my only answer as I lick chocolate from my fingers.

After helping me change my sheets and bagging the imported bedwrecker, hubsters adds "You've gotta tweet about this." Thank G-d he's well trained :)

I have two brothers, a dog, several years of college, and motherhood under my belt. I thought I'd been woken up by it all. But last night took the cake . . . or more accurately, the chocolate.

Hubsters had gone to a movie with the guys and I tried to stay up to greet him when he returned. I gave up just after 1am and collapsed exhausted. Somewhere around 2am I had a dream that my hand was covered in some brown goo. Then I realized that my eyes were open, my hand was outstretched in front of me, and it was indeed covered in brown goo. I sleep on my stomach with my hand under my pillow, so I immediately jumped up, sure enough, there were brown smudges next to my pillow, and underneath my pillow? A body-heat melted bar of Cadbury's chocolate that hubsters and I had shared as a Shabbos snack.

Then I noticed that hubsters wasn't in the room. Ok. Double panic. Covered in chocolate. Missing husband. Wanting to keep the chocolate devastation confined to my bed linens I went the bathroom to wash up and discovered hubsters brushing his teeth.

Although disoriented, I still appreciated hubsters reaction to seeing me stumble in bed creased, dazed, and covered in chocolate, yet relieved to see him.

"On rough days don't you say you wish you could swim in chocolate?" He asks. A sleepy squint and a grunt are my only answer as I lick chocolate from my fingers.

After helping me change my sheets and bagging the imported bedwrecker, hubsters adds "You've gotta tweet about this." Thank G-d he's well trained :)

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