Wednesday, April 20, 2005

A Collision with Religion

Sometimes, two completely different lines of thought come crashing together in unexpected ways.

We have been slowly reintroducing Sam’s baby toys as the twins get older. Sam, of course, objects strenuously with each added item. Along with the old becoming new again, we are trying to teach Sam that sharing with his brothers is a good thing, and will pay off in spades in his future endeavors. Not really working.

He’ll share with Mommy or Daddy without us asking twice. But brothers? Nope.

I bought Sammy a $1.50 big rubber ball at Wilson Farms tonight. On the way home I said, “Sammy, will you share your new ball with Aidan and Noah?”

Absolute silence.

“I don’t think I gonna share this ball, Daddy”

Thus endeth the lesson.

We have also been agonizing over where to send Sam to school. There are actually quite a few choices, and we’re no closer to a decision now than we were last September, when the subject first arose. Luckily, he’s at a wonderful, amazing place a couple of times each week – the Jewish Community Center on Elmwood.

I dropped him off this morning and spotted a notice on the bulletin board:

The Group Seder has been rescheduled to Wednesday, April 20, at 11:15 am.

I panicked. What the hell is a Seder? I saw one on Sports Night, but that was Aaron Sorkin and his literary liberties. Plus, Sam didn’t bring any kosher food for lunch. He actually had a ham sandwich, which I didn’t think would go over well in a Jewish religious ceremony. Mr. Mitch assured me that Sammy didn’t need anything. Everyone was just getting together in one big room to eat lunch together. Ok, cancel panic.

Fast forward to my getting home this afternoon. Sammy has lined up the fuzzy farm animal bowling pins that Leah pulled out for the twins along the top of one of the couch cushions.

“Daddy, come sit down over here”
“Ok, what are we doing”
“We’re having a Seder dinner”
“Great! What are we eating?”
“We are eating pig and duck and cow and dog . . . and matzah.”

Probably not what the Torah intended, but at least he shared the food with his brothers.