Sorry, but I don’t have anything for you today.

This post is just filler.

Actually, it’s likely because I’m in the middle of yet another former student’s Bar Mitzvah. Last night, I helped contribute to the delinquency of a minor by teaching the Bar Mitzvah boy’s brothers to dip Hershey kisses into the fondue that was there for the strawberries. I told them they should see what chocolate-covered chocolate tasted like.

See, this is one of the reasons kids like me. I give them great ideas, and help them follow through. (The younger one was trying to put the skewer through the pointy end of the kiss. I told him to try the flat end.)

Their mom didn’t seem to mind too much when I told her what I’d done. Then again, she has three sons, and they’re rather, ah, energetic at times. I’ve had the two oldest boys as students, and get the youngest one next year.

The kid could count in the hundreds when he was five. I’d watch him turn effortlessly to the right prayer as the rabbi said, “Now turn to page 118.”

It’s going to be an interesting year, next year. But that’s a ways away. Today, it’s big brother’s turn. He did just fine.