First, though, a news flash: Marika stood up unassisted today! I was sitting on the floor this afternoon while my kids were eating popsicles with the neighbor kids (who speak no English at all but somehow they all seem to get along fine) when Marika pulled up to standing on my leg--and let go! She stood there for about five seconds while I cheered until she topped. :)
Now back to our regularly scheduled post:
Those of you who have read this week's parsha knows that is prominently features a giant named Og. Og comes and tells Avram that Lot is taken captive, hoping that maybe Avram will go to battle to free Lot and get killed in the process. Not nice, these giants.
So, this afternoon I was reading to Barak and Iyyar from My First Parsha Reader or whatever it's called, and we got to a picture with Og and Avram. Og, in the picture, is maybe two or three times the size of Avram. I pointed him out to Iyyar and said, "See, he's a giant. Who's bigger, Og or Avram?"
"Og's bigger. He's a giant."
Now, really I should have seen the rest of this coming.
"Is he bigger than Grandpa?"
"I think he probably is. I'm guessing Og is maybe ten or fifteen feet tall. Grandpa is maybe six and a half or seven feet tall."
This, apparently, was the wrong answer. Iyyar looked worried.
"But Grandpa would win."
"You mean, if Grandpa fought Og?"
"Yeah." With confidence and dramatic gestures: "Grandpa would beat Og! Grandpa would kill him!"
"Actually... I don't know. Og is pretty huge. Og might win."
Iyyar looked stricken. Clearly, this would not do. Fortunately, Barak came to his rescue.
"No, Grandpa would win. Grandpa would get a big gun and shoot him."
Iyyar's relief was immense. "Yeah! He'd shoot Og and Og would be dead! Grandpa would kill him!"
I gave in. "Actually, Grandpa would probably get an Uzi. Or a cannon. Or a grenade launcher!"
Iyyar looked positively thrilled. "Yeah! He'd KILL the giant!"
"Yup. That giant would be toast."
"Yeah," Iyyar sighed happily. "Grandpa's really tough."