day 3: "I want to be Jewish!"

[flea]

This was the closest we got to a meltdown yesterday, on the walk home. We pass the Looniversity center for Jewish Life, and Casper asked about it. She asked if we were Jewish and I said no, we weren't, but we had some friends who were, and named a few. (Actually we have a lot. I live in a state known as Baptist-land, and everyone I know is either Jewish, Unitarian, or Episcopalian. Srsly.) She asked if she could be Jewish, and I told her that if she wanted to when she grew up, she could be. This got her moving again, and we made it home without incident. She's brought it up a couple more times. As long as I assure her she can be Jewish if she wants, we're good.

The evening was full of snuggles and conciliation. We listened to Peter and the Wolf. Dillo went to be at a good hour and easily, but remains very clingy. Basically fusses if put down, so I have been developing my left arm muscles. He and I both woke each other coughing at different times.

This morning we rode the bus in, since it was cold. Uneventful.

I like the uneventful.

Comments

[cindywrites.livejournal.com]

Casper is too much! I wanted to be Catholic when I was her age. I'd been to my cousin's wedding in a really ornate Catholic church and fell in love. I also wanted to be Italian. Less easily managed, that.

How are you surviving?