Okay, I confess that it was me who was boogying in the salon after the girls and I returned home from Beit Shemesh. I did say “hi,” first, however, to my husband, did zip the sleeping bag that was to be used to cover my eight year-old (“Mom, I’m too warm, and too big [and too cute] to sleep IN it when I sleep in the Sukkah”), and did try to noogie (to affectionately rub my knuckles into) my teen’s head, since he

was upset that the girls and I had met AND had talked to AND had laughed with Lenny Solomon of Shlock Rock, let alone had heard Lenny in concert (my child could not have cared less, however, that his perceivably stodgy mother was a fan of something, let alone of a ROCK BAND, despite his unremitting assertion that Yours Truly is as interesting as an adverb on a poor day and as commercially minded as an Israeli cat).

Dr. Hannah Joy