It's Israel's Independance Day today, and after the seriousness of Yom Hashoah (Holocaust memorial day) and Yom Hazikaron (rememberance of Israeli veterans and victims of terrorist attacks), the Eldest's school abruptly stopped draping the hallways in somber black and yellow, and switched to bright paper chains.
The Toddles and I, arm-deep in our newly awakened garden, considered this. We eventually washed up and (with QG's help) produced this:
Please note the artistry involved in the design, the sheer skill and astonishing use of Cherrybrook Kitchen's boxed mix. Yep, I rock.
On a completely different note, had you ever noticed how absolutely side splittingly funny, how pee-your-pants (a phrase chosen with some cause) hilarious the sabbath z'mirot can be?
Personally, while I enjoy a nice tune, I'd never giggled over a zemer until dinner came up my nose. And yet, there we were at the table when the Toddles suddenly said, 'Yonah matza vo ma'noach.' The Eldest grinned, then giggled, and then the pair of them roared with delight.
He thought for a moment, and then suggested 'yom ze mechubad, mikol yamim.' The Toddles nearly fell off his chair from body rattling laughter.
Shabbat zemirot. Who knew? Ah, but who didn't see this coming, hmmm? Behind my befuddled parental face I was thinking, well, they're developing sib-speak, complete with jokes. Next come the fart jokes - and indeed, here they are - and lots of giggling from that end of the corridor.
And so there is.