We love having guests. We don't have the most spacious accommodations, but we don't mind sharing what we have. My kids have occasionally heard me lament any Shabbos we weren't able to drum up guests. We're lucky enough to have several regulars who make sure this doesn't happen often.
This past shabbos we were invited out to lunch, fun for all, but that means no guests. On the way home the kids saw some people out for a walk.
"Are those our guests?" They asked pointing excitedly. The disappointment when I said no made me very glad I'd thought to invite a family to join us in the late afternoon! Awa and Hubsters sped home while RE and I plodded along together slowly.
Then RE saw a dog. "Can the dog come to my house?" He asked at least five times before I could answer. Seeing that we couldn't catch up with the dog I decided to use the opportunity to coax some conversation out of my strong n silent little guy.
"What would you say if the dog came to our house?" I asked, proud that I thought of a non yes-or-no question.
"YES!" RE nodded. So much for avoiding yes-or-no. "I'd say, Yes you can come to my house doggie."
"What would the doggie do at your house," I continued the interview.
"Um, I'd give him strawberries and melon." RE spoke with certainty.
"Where would the doggie sleep?" I was on a roll.
" . . . " Confused look.
"Ok, who else should come to our house?" I asked desperate to keep him talking during his rare moment in the spotlight without his older sister piping in.
"A dog, and a cat, and Nana & Papa (my parents), and Saba & Safta (hubster's parents), and a dog. . . . and a cat" RE listed.
Phew! He was still willing to talk, and boy did he have plans!
"And where will they all sleep?"
". . . " Again confused look.
I guess he'll do the inviting and I'll do the worrying about who will sleep where and what to serve outside of the fruit course.
We love having guests. We don't have the most spacious accommodations, but we don't mind sharing what we have. My kids have occasionally heard me lament any Shabbos we weren't able to drum up guests. We're lucky enough to have several regulars who make sure this doesn't happen often.
This past shabbos we were invited out to lunch, fun for all, but that means no guests. On the way home the kids saw some people out for a walk.
"Are those our guests?" They asked pointing excitedly. The disappointment when I said no made me very glad I'd thought to invite a family to join us in the late afternoon! Awa and Hubsters sped home while RE and I plodded along together slowly.
Then RE saw a dog. "Can the dog come to my house?" He asked at least five times before I could answer. Seeing that we couldn't catch up with the dog I decided to use the opportunity to coax some conversation out of my strong n silent little guy.
"What would you say if the dog came to our house?" I asked, proud that I thought of a non yes-or-no question.
"YES!" RE nodded. So much for avoiding yes-or-no. "I'd say, Yes you can come to my house doggie."
"What would the doggie do at your house," I continued the interview.
"Um, I'd give him strawberries and melon." RE spoke with certainty.
"Where would the doggie sleep?" I was on a roll.
" . . . " Confused look.
"Ok, who else should come to our house?" I asked desperate to keep him talking during his rare moment in the spotlight without his older sister piping in.
"A dog, and a cat, and Nana & Papa (my parents), and Saba & Safta (hubster's parents), and a dog. . . . and a cat" RE listed.
Phew! He was still willing to talk, and boy did he have plans!
"And where will they all sleep?"
". . . " Again confused look.
I guess he'll do the inviting and I'll do the worrying about who will sleep where and what to serve outside of the fruit course.
tuna & cream cheese filled puffs. The puffs are sold By Athens are come precooked & frozen. 
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