It all started a couple of years ago, when my hubby, kids and I were visiting my sister and her fam over Spring Break. Okay, wait...it started a couple of weeks before that - when my awesome friend, Mitch, was reeling from disbelief that I'd never seen the movie, "The Ten Commandments." The one with the NRA enthusiast and the King of Siam? Correctly deducing that this meant I was a horrible Jew and had not actively been passing on critical knowledge (not to mention that great movie) to my children he launched into an interrogation consisting of questions like, "Does Emma know what the word 'kosher' means?" and "Does Nicky know how to spell Chanukkah?" or questions of that nature. (By the way...no, and no.) I said, "Oy, leave me alone, already!" and he backed off.
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