Thanks, kid

Now that bain hazmanim (loosely translated: 'summer') has officially started, my days have been a whirlwind of errand running, school supply shopping, and of course - work.
There's nothing like 80 women with double strollers crowding into the streets of Geula in 110 degree whether to fight to the death, using pocketbooks as weaponry if need be, over the last 15 shekel glue stick. (Same glue stick at Staples: .19 cents.)

I took a bus ride with my daughter yesterday to the mall to get her earrings fixed.
The bus was quite crowded and we were standing and holding onto a poll. The bus stopped and the two front seats became available.

"Ma! There are seats there! Let's go!"
"We can't, dear. Those seats are for old people."
"But Ma, you ARE old."

Thanks, kid.