Gassy

When the clock flashed eight-zero-zero tonight, Harry put down his Legos and scampered into the bathroom to brush his teeth and pee. I was browsing our book collection for a book he could read to me before bedtime when he sprung out of the bathroom screaming, "Mama!  Dada!  I know what a fart is!"

"What?" I asked.

"A fart," he said proudly, "Is air that stinks."

"Who told you that?"  I asked.

"No one!" he exclaimed.  "I just wanted to know, so I farted on my fingers."

In unrelated news, we are having fun with the juxtaposition of our Little People nativity and Hanukkah dinner sets.

Mary, Joseph, and their donkey adore the Hanukkah baby.  You know, just like in the Torah.

Jesus' bris