Another bar mitzvah today. Nate did quite well, and I’m heading off to the party in a little while, where I may actually play Laser Tag and ride a go-kart. We’ll see.
His friends all decided to choose the row behind me this morning. I was standing on the end of my pew, and I watched them file in, and then said, “Boys, you don’t want to sit there. I really enjoy my worship. I am so going to turn around and glare at you when you start whispering…”
They all paused for a moment, then they stood up in unison and trooped over to the next section of pews.
Heh.
I spoke to a few of them at the Oneg and explained that I wasn’t really mean, but I really did like worshipping without distractions. One of them said they were happy that I told them beforehand, because it cut down on problems later. Double heh.
Hey, they are smart boys. Each and every one is in the gifted program.
Nothing like honesty. Well done.
And why do I have my best ideas too late? Anyway, for next Halloween, get some of your younger relatives together and douse them thoroughly with cheap spray-on tans. When asked what they are, “We’re Orange Jews!”
(rimshot)
J.