We're in New Jersey, and went to Borough Park today by way of a train, a ferry, and the R. If you saw a family walking along the edge of lower Manhattan past the heliport, and said family included a small boy screaming, "Hock clockter! Issa hock clockter!", that was us.
Remind me to tell you about Iyyar flirting on the subway and the train, Barak's stunning announcement in the middle of afikoman-eating, what time Barak finally went night-night on the first seder night, and just how much potato kugel Iyyar scarfed this afternoon.
Stay tuned. And a guten mo'ed.
1 comment:
I love that you are writing down for memory's sake all his wonderful pronunciations.
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